Adieu!" He offered his hand.

She seized and kissed it thrice, covering it with tears, at the same time lifting up her eyes to his and murmuring: "De bez man God evva mague!" At the door she turned to offer a more conventional good-bye; but he was following her out, bareheaded.

At the gate they paused an instant, and then parted with a simple adieu, she going home and he returning for his hat, and starting again upon his interrupted business.
* * * * * Before he came back to his own house, he stopped at the lodgings of Monsieur Vignevielle, but did not find him in.
"Indeed," the servant at the door said, "he said he might not return for some days or weeks." So Pere Jerome, much wondering, made a second detour toward the residence of one of Monsieur Vignevielle's employes.
"Yes," said the clerk, "his instructions are to hold the business, as far as practicable, in suspense, during his absence.

Everything is in another name." And then he whispered: "Officers of the Government looking for him.

Information got from some of the prisoners taken months ago by the United States brig _Porpoise_.
But"-- a still softer whisper--"have no fear; they will never find him: Jean Thompson and Evariste Varrillat have hid him away too well for that.".