"She went yesterday to Fleurieres." "Yesterday--to Fleurieres?
Why did she go to Fleurieres?
What day is this?
What day was yesterday?
Ah, then I shan't see her," said Valentin, sadly.

"Fleurieres is too far!" And then he closed his eyes again.
Newman sat silent, summoning pious invention to his aid, but he was relieved at finding that Valentin was apparently too weak to reason or to be curious.

Bellegarde, however, presently went on.

"And my mother--and my brother--will they come?
Are they at Fleurieres ?" "They were in Paris, but I didn't see them, either," Newman answered.
"If they received your telegram in time, they will have started this morning.

Otherwise they will be obliged to wait for the night-express, and they will arrive at the same hour as I did." "They won't thank me--they won't thank me," Valentin murmured.