CHAPTER XV.
IN WHICH THE READER WILL SEE THAT IT IS NOT FAR FROM THE CAPITAL TO THE TARPEIAN ROCK.
The next day, after a visit to M.du Marnet, he wrote thus to Clementine: "Light of my life, I am about to quit these scenes, the witnesses of my fatal courage and the repositories of my love.

To the bosom of the capital, to the foot of the throne, I will first betake my steps.

If the successor of the God of Combats is not deaf to the voice of the blood that courses in his veins, he will restore me my sword and epaulettes, so that I may lay them at thy feet.

Be faithful to me--wait, hope! May these lines be to thee a talisman against the dangers threatening thy independence.

Oh, my Clementine, tenderly guard thyself for thy "VICTOR FOUGAS!" Clementine sent him no answer, but, just as he was getting on the train, he was accosted by a messenger, who handed him a pretty red leather pocket-book, and ran away with all his might.