The latter turned and swiftly retraced her steps. She was seeking Aubry, the jailer. She soon met him. He, too, was ignorant of all that had occurred. "Where are you going?" he inquired, in a half-good-natured, half-grumbling tone. "I was looking for you," Dolores replied. "I must send a message to Coursegol this very night." "I am not sure that I can get permission to leave the prison."