She would not sit with folded hands.

Once she overcame the first tempestuous outburst of her passion she would be up and doing, straining every sense to outwit and thwart him in his project, whose scope she must have more than guessed.
Reasoning thus, he clearly saw not only that every moment was of value, but that flight was the only thing remaining him if he would save himself as well as Ombreval.

And so he hired him a cabriolet, and drove in all haste to the house of Billaud Varennes, the Deputy, from whom he sought to obtain one of the two signatures still needed by his order of release.

He was disappointed at learning that Varennes was not at home--though, had he been able to peep an hour or so into the future, he would have offered up thanks to Heaven for that same Deputy's absence.
His insistent and impatient questions elicited the information that probably Verennes would be found at Fevrier's.

And so to Fevrier's famous restaurant in the old Palais Royal went La Boulaye, and there he had the good fortune to find not only Billaud Varennes, but also the Deputy Carnot.