They will send you to Paris, and you must seem to go; but you are to stop at Orleans, and wait there till you hear from me.

Let no one--not a soul--know where you lodge; go to the first inn you come to in the faubourg Bannier, no matter if it is only a post-house--" "Look here!" cried Francois, who had rushed to the window at the sudden noise of wheels in the Grande-Narette.

"Here's something new!--Pere Rouget and Colonel Bridau coming back together in the caleche, Benjamin and Captain Carpentier following on horseback!" "I'll go over," cried Monsieur Hochon, whose curiosity carried the day over every other feeling.
Monsieur Hochon found old Rouget in his bedroom, writing the following letter at his nephew's dictation: Mademoiselle,--If you do not start to return here the moment you receive this letter, your conduct will show such ingratitude for all my goodness that I shall revoke the will I have made in your favor, and give my property to my nephew Philippe.

You will understand that Monsieur Gilet can no longer be my guest after staying with you at Vatan.

I send this letter by Captain Carpentier, who will put it into your own hands.