“That is a duty you will oblige me by neglecting,” laughed Andre-Louis, and drove away.
CHAPTER IV. AT MEUDON
Later in the week he received a visit from Le Chapelier just before noon.
“I have news for you, Andre. Your godfather is at Meudon. He arrived there two days ago. Had you heard?”
“But no. How should I hear? Why is he at Meudon?” He was conscious of a faint excitement, which he could hardly have explained.
“I don’t know. There have been fresh disturbances in Brittany. It may be due to that.”
“And so he has come for shelter to his brother?” asked Andre-Louis.
“To his brother’s house, yes; but not to his brother. Where do you live at all, Andre? Do you never hear any of the news? Etienne de Gavrillac emigrated years ago. He was of the household of M. d’Artois, and he crossed the frontier with him. By now, no doubt, he is in Germany with him, conspiring against France. For that is what the emigres are doing. That Austrian woman at the Tuileries will end by destroying the monarchy.”
“Yes, yes,” said Andre-Louis impatiently. Politics interested him not at all this morning. “But about Gavrillac?”