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Clary knelt close to the chair of the governess, who had the atlas on her lap, and after they had studied minutely all the mountains and deserts of Africa, she suddenly inquired: "How do people travel in the Sahara?" "In caravans, with camels and negroes. It is a troublesome journey, dear child, and " "Mamma Caraman, how much money have we at present in hand?" suddenly interrupted Clary.
As soon as the Jackal saw Madame Caraman, he became rather agitated; he thought of his mother, and yet he was aware that this lady appeared far younger and more elegant than his mother, even were she alive.
"Lord and Saviour, how am I to understand this nonsense?" said Madame Caraman, impatiently. Coucou changed his tactics. "Madame," said he with emphasis, "I will admit that my uncalled-for entrance here was certainly quite wrong, but you ought not to consider it in the light of an offence." "I hope so," replied the companion respectfully, "and I am ready to look for any proofs thereof."
At the veranda a lamp was burning, and close by stood a basket filled with various skeins and balls of wool, while Madame Caraman sat in her chair snoring comfortably. The Jackal remained motionless at the foot of the veranda and looked up, and as nothing seemed to move, he soon resolved to climb the fence, which was closed by the stairs leading into the garden.
"Thank Heaven you have come, mademoiselle." "You haven't found Gontram yet?" "No." "Monsieur Gontram and his comrades are in subterranean chambers in this house." "Knock at the walls, Coucou," said Madame Caraman, "and then we can wait for an answer." Coucou knocked three times with a hammer against the wall. At the end of the second knock came back in answer twenty-five.
Coucou bent his head, and Madame Caraman earnestly continued: "Would it not be more simple and also more becoming, if you were to come here to-morrow by daylight, and ask for admittance?" "But that is just the thing," despairingly exclaimed Coucou, "for me there is no morning!" "What does that all mean?" "Well, what I say is, that for me there is no morning here!"
Madame Caraman and Coucou had not exaggerated when they said that the vicomte's condition after Jane's disappearance was terrible. He rushed about madly, and when he could not find the young girl a deep despair took hold of him.
I have not yet seen Schouvaloff, about whom one has more curiosity it is an opportunity of gratifying that passion which one can so seldom do in personages of his historic nature, especially remote foreigners. I wish M. de Caraman had brought the "Siege of Calais," which he tells me is printed, though your account has a little abated my impatience.
"That is bad," murmured Fanfaro. "Do you know the lady's name?" "No, but I found this note in her pocket. If it is addressed to the young girl, then her name is Jane," said Mamma Caraman, handing Fanfaro an elegant little note. "Dear Mademoiselle Jane," Fanfaro read, and, penetrated by a recollection, he repeated aloud: "Jane Mademoiselle Jane if it is but no it can't be possible "
She soon found one in the person of Madame Caraman, a lady of about forty-five years, who showed a sincere interest in her suffering ward, and thus they entered on their journey.
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