He took the first, and told the driver to put them down in a street at the lower end of the town, the name of which he had noticed when he went with Monsieur Flambard to the inn where the carriage was standing.
When he got to the end of the street he told the driver to stop, saying that he was not sure of the number.

Paying the man his fare, they walked slowly down the street until the fiacre had driven off; and then, returning, took the road leading into the country.
Ten minutes' walking brought them close to the little inn.

They met the carriage coming along slowly, three hundred yards before they arrived there.

It stopped at once.
"You are here sooner than I expected, madame," Monsieur Flambard said, as he alighted and helped Patsey.
As she took her place by the side of Madame Flambard, the latter threw her arms round her neck.
"Thank God this awful time is over!" she said.

"It is to your brother we owe it that we are not, both, now in that terrible prison.
"Leigh is good at breaking prison," Patsey said.