“Your key----”
“Have you lost it?”
“It is in the arbor.”
“Let us hasten.”
“Can the Cardinal have taken it?”
“No, here it is.”
“What danger we have escaped!”
Olympia looked at the key, and
fancied she recognized it as her own.
But Rinaldo had changed it; his
cunning had triumphed; he had the
right key. Like a modern Cartouche,
he was no less skilful than bold,
and suspecting that nothing but a
vast treasure could require a duchess
to carry it constantly at her belt.
“Guess!” cried Lousteau. “The corresponding page is not here. We must
look to page 212 to relieve our anxiety.”