She pronounced "The Avenger" a masterpiece, and having some influence at the theater, promised Rodolphe to get his piece received.
But at the most interesting moment a step was heard in the entry, about as light as that of the Commander's ghost in "Don Juan." It was Uncle Monetti.

Rodolphe had only just time to shut the trap.
"Here," said Monetti to his nephew, "this letter has been running after you for a month." "Uncle! Uncle!" cried Rodolphe, "I am rich at last! This letter informs me that I have gained a prize of three hundred francs, given by an academy of floral games.

Quick! my coat and my things! Let me go to gather my laurels.

They await me at the Capitol!" "And my chapter on ventilators ?" said Monetti, coldly.
"I like that! Give me my things, I tell you; I can't go out so!" "You shall go out when my 'Manual' is finished," quoth the uncle, shutting up his nephew under lock and key.
Rodolphe, when left alone, did not hesitate on the course to take.

He transformed his quilt into a knotted rope, which he fastened firmly to his own balcony, and in spite of the risk, descended by this extempore ladder upon Mademoiselle Sidonia's.
"Who is there ?" she cried, on hearing Rodolphe knock at her window.
"Hush!" he replied, "open!" "What do you want?
Who are you ?" "Can you ask?
I am the author of 'The Avenger,' come to look for my heart, which I dropped through the trap into your room." "Rash youth!" said the actress, "you might have killed yourself!" "Listen, Sidonia," continued Rodolphe, showing her the letter he just received.