It was then half-past seven, and it would take at least twenty minutes to drive from the Luxembourg to the Rue de la Victoire.
"Here it is, my dear," said Madame Gohier, handing the letter to her husband.

"It says eight o'clock." "Yes," replied Gohier, "I was not in doubt about the hour, but about the day." Taking the note from his wife's hand, he read it over: Come, my dear Gohier, with your wife, and breakfast with me to-morrow at eight o'clock.

Don't fail, for I have some very interesting things to tell you.
"Ah," said Gohier, "there can be no mistake." "Well, my dear, are we going ?" asked Madame Gohier.
"You are, but not I.An event has just happened about which the citizen Bonaparte is probably well-informed, which will detain my colleagues and myself at the Luxembourg." "A serious event ?" "Possibly." "Then I shall stay with you." "No, indeed; you would not be of any service here.

Go to Madame Bonaparte's.

I may be mistaken, but, should anything extraordinary happen, which appears to you alarming, send me word some way or other.
Anything will do; I shall understand half a word." "Very good, my dear; I will go.