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"Besides which," replied Brigaud, negligently, "in case the conspiracy failed, you would only have obeyed orders, and might throw the whole responsibility of your actions on another." "Abbe!" cried D'Harmental, a second time. "Well, if you do not go, I shall make you feel the spur." "Yes, I am going. Excuse me, but there are some moments when I am half mad.
The Abbe Brigaud arrested, as we have said, at Orleans was kept for some time in the prison of that town, to the great despair of Madame Denis and her children; but, one fine morning, as they were sitting down to breakfast, the abbe entered, as calm as ever.
"'Thanks for the itinerary. "I followed the instructions of Monsieur Lapierre exactly, and here I am." "And the prince; where is he?" asked the chevalier. "How do I know? In prison probably." "Diable! diable! diable!" said Brigaud. "Well, what do you say to my Odyssey, abbe?" "I say that it would be very droll if it was not for that cursed paper which Dubois picked out of the cinders."
For example since his daughter, Mademoiselle de Chartres, has become abbess of Chelles, he goes to see her every week, and he goes through the wood of Vincennes without guards, and with only a coachman and two lackeys, and that at eight or nine o'clock at night." "And what day does he pay this visit?" asked Brigaud. "Wednesday." "That is to-morrow," said the duchess.
Thanks to that singular power which a great preoccupation gives us over exterior objects, the chevalier had escaped from the charivari which was executed in the adjoining room, and was following a sweet melody which floated in his mind, and which protected him, like an enchanted armor, from the sharp sounds which were flying around him. "How he listens!" said Madame Denis to Brigaud.
The plans of the preceding day were in no degree changed, and they had ascertained that the regent would pay his accustomed visit to Chelles. At ten o'clock Brigaud and D'Harmental went down, Brigaud to join Pompadour and Valef on the Boulevard du Temple, and D'Harmental to visit Bathilde.
D'Harmental made an impatient gesture. At this moment they heard a scratching at the door. The abbe opened it, and Mirza appeared, guided by her instinct, and her greediness, to the giver of the bon-bons, and making lively demonstrations of joy. "Well," said Brigaud, "who shall say God is not good to lovers? You wanted a messenger, and here is one."
For ten minutes Brigaud, D'Harmental, Pompadour, and Valef were lost in conjectures regarding this event, which, having been remarked by others as well as by them, had made a sensation among the crowd, but without being able to assign it to its proper cause.
At midnight the light in the opposite windows was extinguished; D'Harmental also went to his bed. The next day the Abbe Brigaud appeared at eight o'clock. He brought D'Harmental the second report of secret police. It was in these terms: "Three o'clock, A.M. "In consequence of the regular life which he led yesterday, the regent has given orders to be called at nine.
"And now you are convinced, I suppose," replied Bathilde, "that this poor young man, who came from the Abbe Brigaud, has no connection with him of the Rue des Bons Enfants." "Certainly, a captain of thieves could have no connection with his highness; and now," continued Buvat, "you must excuse me if I do not stay with you this evening.
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