"Yes, do so; that seems to me more prudent."
Blanche had already opened the window, and she looked down into the street; the night was dark, but love renders the sight clear, and the young girl soon saw that it was not Urbain.
"Who is there," demanded Marguerite, thrusting out her head.
A deep voice answered, "I come from Master Touquet, he has charged me with a commission to his adopted daughter, Mademoiselle Blanche."
"How very singular," said Marguerite to Blanche. "What! monsieur, who has hidden you from everybody's sight, sends a stranger to us at this hour?"
"But, dear nurse, since he has sent him, it is necessary to open to this gentleman. Perhaps something has happened to my protector."
"Is the man alone, my child?"
"Yes, dear nurse, I see nobody but him."
"Why don't you open the door," cried the man in the street, "my message is urgent."
"Wait one moment, somebody will be there.—Remain here, my child."