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Left to myself, returned slowly, and much depressed in spirits, to Quillacq's; where, ordering post-horses, I threw myself into my travelling-carriage into which my valet had by my orders previously placed my luggage. "Where are you going to, monsieur?" said the valet. "Au diable!" said I. "Mais les passeports?" said the man.
With reviving strength came renewed hope, and when he awoke at the terminus, in Paris, he was inspired with the conviction that he should find Madeleine in that vast metropolis, a conviction as firm as the belief he had entertained that he would behold her in Scotland, and afterwards that he would discover her in London. He hastened to the bureau des passeports, and examined the list.
We were not certain whether it would be necessary to present ourselves in person at the Bureau des Passeports, Quai des Orfèvres, in Paris, after having sent them to the British embassy; but we thought it better to avoid all danger of delay, and therefore drove to a quarter interesting on account of its being a place of some importance as the original portion of Paris, and situated on the island.
Left to myself, I returned slowly, and much depressed in spirits, to Quillac's; where, ordering post-horses, I threw myself into my travelling carriage, into which my valet had, by my orders, previously placed my luggage. "Where are you going to, Monsieur?" said the valet. "Au diable!" said I. "Mais les passeports?" said the man.
I took Claribel in my arms. "Vos passeports," they demanded. "Here are our American passports," said Hermione: "we are Americans." "Yes, Americans, republicans!" cried Mrs. Leare: "we fraternize with all republicans in France." "Aristos," said a man between his teeth, glancing at her dress and at that of Hermione. "What does he say?" cried Mrs. Leare, who did not catch the word.
Every few days he visited the bureau des passeports, to ascertain whether her passport had been presented to be viséd.
If she had escaped the perils he most dreaded, where had she hidden herself? Perhaps she had only taken out a passport for England, with a view of throwing those who sought to track her steps, off the right scent. If she had gone to England, her passport must have been viséd as she passed through Paris. If it had not been presented at the bureau des passeports, she must have remained in Paris.
I had no difficulty in getting into the Bureau des Passeports as I still had the Consul's card upon which Herr Bauer, one of the German secretaries, had scribbled some mysterious symbols which probably meant "let her pass," or its equivalent. At any rate, the sentry and I regarded each other superciliously and I skidded past his saw-toothed bayonet without hurt.
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