"I have just been telling my brother every thing," said Rose,
turning round toward him.
"And what does he say?" asked Lomaque.
"He says what I say," replied Rose, answering for her brother;
"that our time is your time--the time of our best and dearest
friend."
"Shall it be done, then?" asked Lomaque, with a meaning look at
Trudaine.
Rose glanced anxiously at her brother; his face was much graver
than she had expected to see it, but his answer relieved her from
all suspense.
"You are quite right, love, to speak as you did," he said,
gently. Then, turning to Lomaque, he added, in a firmer voice,
"It shall be done!"
CHAPTER II.
Two days after the traveling-carriage described by Lomaque had
passed the diligence on the road to Paris, Madame Danville sat in
the drawing-room of an apartment in the Rue de Grenelle,
handsomely dressed for driving out. After consulting a large gold
watch that hung at her side, and finding that it wanted a quarter
of an hour only to two o'clock, she rang her hand-bell, and said
to the maid-servant who answered the summons, "I have five
minutes to spare. Send Dubois here with my chocolate."
The old man made his appearance with great alacrity. After
handing the cup of chocolate to his mistress, he ventured to use
the privilege of talking, to which his long and faithful services
entitled him, and paid the old lady a compliment.
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