Jean had written his name on a piece of paper, folded it up, and carefully sealed it and, when he reached the house, he handed this to the woman who opened the door.
"This is for Citizen Desailles," he said.

"I will wait.

He may want to see me." In a minute the servant returned, and requested him to come in.

He was shown into a room where Desailles was sitting, with some papers before him.

He did not speak until the servant closed the door.
Then he leapt up, and held out both hands to his visitor.
"My dear Jean," he said, "what imprudence, what madness for you to venture here!" "I don't think there is any fear of my being discovered.