“Tell her that the Baronne de Mortagne awaits her impatiently, and hand her this address; it is that of the person to whom I propose to commend her.”
“In order to ship her away from France?—Very good. I will say: ‘That is the place where you will find little Emile’s mother.’”
“She must start for Paris with the child to-day; there she will take the train for Dieppe.”
“Do you want me to go with them?”
“No; for I need you for something else.”
“For the duel? That suits me; I will be Luminot’s other second. I’ll load the pistols, for I know a neat little way of assuring myself the advantage.”
“No, no, that isn’t what I want of you; I have other plans. On the contrary, you must not show yourself; I have said that you have gone to Paris.”
“The deuce! then I shan’t dine with you! that’s a pity!”
“You must take off those clothes and obtain others—a boatman’s, for instance—and make yourself unrecognizable.”
“Oh! as for disguising myself, that’s easy enough. I have a pretty knack at that. You might pass me on the street and you wouldn’t know me.—What else?”