M. de Tregars and Maxence left also. As they passed the door,

“Don’t you say any thing about what I told you,” M. Saint Pavin

recommended to them.

M. de Tregars made no answer. He had the contracted features and

tightly-drawn lips of a man who is maturing a grave determination,

which, once taken, will be irrevocable.

Once in the street, and when Maxence had opened the carriage-door,

“We are going to separate here,” he told him in that brief tone of

voice which reveals a settled plan. “I know enough now to venture

to call at M. de Thaller’s. There only shall I be able to see how

to strike the decisive blow. Return to the Rue St. Gilles, and

relieve your mother’s and sister’s anxiety. You shall see me during

the evening, I promise you.”

And, without waiting for an answer, he jumped into the cab, which

started off.

But it was not to the Rue St. Gilles that Maxence went. He was

anxious, first, to see Mlle. Lucienne, to tell her the events of

that day, the busiest of his existence; to tell her his discoveries,

his surprises, his anxieties, and his hopes.

To his great surprise, he failed to find her at the Hotel des

Folies. She had gone riding at three o’clock, M. Fortin told him,

and had not yet returned; but she could not be much longer, as it

was already getting dark. Maxence went out again then, to see if

he could not meet her. He had walked a little way along the

Boulevard, when, at some distance off, on the Place du Chateau

d’Eau, he thought he noticed an unusual bustle. Almost

immediately he heard shouts of terror. Frightened people were

running in all directions; and right before him a carriage, going

at full gallop, passed like a flash.

But, quick as it had passed, he had time to recognize Mlle.

Lucienne, pale, and clinging desperately to the seat. Wild with

fear, he started after it as fast as he could run. It was clear

that the driver had no control over his horses. A policeman who

tried to stop them was knocked down. Ten steps farther, the

hind-wheel of the carriage, catching the wheel of a heavy wagon,

broke to splinters; and Mlle. Lucienne was thrown into the street,

whilst the driver fell over on the sidewalk.

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