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You must let me form my own judgment of this man when I see him." "I hear them coming now." The Marquis and Barrington entered. "I was surprised to hear you were in Paris, monsieur," said Bruslart to Lafayette. "I am here, a private affair. I trust monsieur will forget he has seen me. Under the circumstances it seemed necessary to let you know that mademoiselle was here."
They left the house together, but parted in the street, Barrington returning to the house of Monsieur Fargeau to plan with Seth the close watching of Latour's movements, Bruslart going in the direction of the prison of the Abbaye.
"You favor me by this visit," said Bruslart, rising to welcome his guest. "You have not yet heard the reason of it." If Latour expected his host to show any sign of anxiety he was disappointed, and it was the man's nature to respect courage even in an enemy. He hardly counted Bruslart as such, outwardly indeed they were friends.
The sight was new to him; I believe that, single-handed, he would have made an attempt at a rescue, had I not touched his arm. I knew who he was, and that he had helped you into Paris. A little later it was said that you had been arrested in the house of Lucien Bruslart, and Monsieur Barrington came to me. We both concluded that you were the prisoner in that coach.
"She will be safe at my lodging until I have arranged with my friend." "Are you sure of that?" "Monsieur de Lafayette, do you think I would run the risk unless I were certain?" "Your interest in mademoiselle is well known, Monsieur Bruslart, and we know that patriots do not always trust each other." "Have you any other plan?" Bruslart asked.
I have it from mademoiselle's own lips that you are not a liar, that you are not in league with Lucien Bruslart, and I believe her." "Where is she?" "Safe in my keeping." Barrington did not answer for a moment. Then he said slowly, "She is the aristocrat in whom you are interested?" "Yes." "Then it is you who have lied?" "I deceived you, yes.
How is it your own money has been taken? Bruslart is not in prison. Where is he? Could anything short of locks and bars stop your lover from coming to you?" He spoke in a low, passionate tone, but his face remained calm, and he made no gesture of anger, of impatience. Watching him, the keenest eyes could not have detected that he was moved in any way.
"We became friends over a bottle of wine." "Ah, men boast and tell lies over their wine," Bruslart answered, "and for his own ends Latour can lie very convincingly. Will you come to me here to-morrow night? I may have accomplished something by then."
Your story was this, correct me if I am wrong in any detail: You went one morning to visit Citizen Bruslart, he was out and you waited for him, you have done the same before. The house was suddenly invaded and you were arrested as an aristocrat, one Mademoiselle Jeanne St. Clair. You protested, but you were not believed. Is that so?" "I was laughed at and insulted," said Pauline.
"He has a tongue that would persuade the devil himself to believe in him," said Bruslart. "And I do not think he knew who was in the coach," Barrington went on. "I have a reason for saying so, and I may find out the truth presently." "You are a stranger in Paris, you cannot hope to be a match for Raymond Latour."
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