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He turned and saw a woman who was still young. Suddenly he recollected that Bridoul was married. "Are you not Citoyenne Bridoul?" he asked. "Certainly, Cornelia Bridoul." "Where is your husband?" "Here he is." Bridoul appeared. He had followed his wife in order to see the young Provençale who had been brought into his shop. "Do you know me?" inquired Coursegol. "Can it be Coursegol?"
"Take the young lady into the back room," Bridoul whispered to his wife. "There will be a crowd here in a moment." The latter made haste to obey. It was time. In another moment Dolores would have been obliged to witness an even more horrible spectacle than that upon which her eyes had rested a short while before. The shop was suddenly taken by storm.
That same evening they made the desired arrangement with the man of whom Bridoul had spoken. The next day, he began his search, and three days later he ascertained that Dolores was confined in the Conciergerie and Philip in the Madelonnettes.
And taking the head of the unfortunate Princess they departed, accompanied by the crowd that had followed them from the prison. A few moments later the saloon was empty. Bridoul hastened into the back room. Coursegol followed him. Fortunately the two women had not seen what had occurred, and, thanks to Cornelia Bridoul's friendly offices, Dolores had regained her composure.
When the men had finished their wine, one said: "Now we will have the hair of this citoyenne dressed so that Marie Antoinette will recognize her." And addressing Bridoul, he added: "Is there any hair-dresser in this neighborhood?" "About a hundred paces from here, on the Place de la Bastille," replied Bridoul. "On! on!" shouted the executioners.
Yesterday they began to put the prisoners to death, and, perhaps, you and your daughter would do well to wait until the fury of the populace is appeased." "But we belong to the people," replied Coursegol. "We have nothing to fear; moreover, I know a good patriot who will be responsible for us if necessary: Citizen Bridoul, who keeps a wine-shop on the Rue Antoine."
My heart tells me that we are not far from our friends." "God grant it, my child," responded Coursegol; "and if, as I hope, Bridoul has not forgotten his friend of former days, we shall soon be safe in his house." "Are you not sure of his friendship?" inquired Dolores, anxiously. "Can we place implicit confidence in any one as times are now?" returned Coursegol.
"Yes; I am your brother-in-law; this young girl is your niece. We have just arrived from Beaucaire. I will explain everything by and by." Bridoul cast a hasty glance around him. No one was observing them. The few who had been sitting at the table had risen and gone to the door, attracted there by the increasing tumult without.
He confided his anxiety to Bridoul; but the latter, instead of sharing it, showed him that such a sum was equivalent to a fortune in times like those. "Twelve hundred francs!" said he. "Why that is more than enough for the establishment of a lucrative business or for speculation in assignats which, with prudence, would yield you a fortune." It was good advice.
When the recital was ended, Bridoul spoke in his turn. "I am willing to swear that the captain is not in Paris. If he were, he, like all the rest of the nobles, would have been in great danger; and in peril, he would certainly have thought of his old soldier, Bridoul, for he knows he can rely upon my devotion." "Ah! you have not changed!" cried Coursegol, pressing his friend's hand.
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