She looked at Marius intently and said, "I have the address."
Marius turned pale, and all his blood flowed to his heart.
"What address?"
"The address which you asked me for;" and she added, as if with a great effort, "the address,—you surely understand?"
"Yes," stammered Marius.
"The young lady's."
These words uttered, she heaved a deep sigh. Marius leaped from the parapet on which he was sitting, and wildly seized her hand.
"Oh, lead me to it! Tell me! Ask of me what you please! Where is it?"
"Come with me," she answered; "I don't exactly know the street or the number, and it is quite on the other side of town; but I know the house well, and will take you to it."
She withdrew her hand, and continued in a tone which would have made an observer's heart bleed, but did not at all affect the intoxicated and transported lover,—