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"Pardieu! that is not all."
"What?"
"You have no money?"
"It was taken away."
"Here are fifty louis."
"But, captain--"
"Come, it is Spanish money; take it."
Gaston took the purse, while a postilion unharnessed a horse and led it to him.
"Now," said Dubois, "where are you going?"
"To Bretagne, to rejoin my companions."
"You are mad, my dear fellow; they are all condemned and may be executed in two or three days."
"You are right," said Gaston.
"Go to Flanders," said La Jonquiere, "it is a pleasant country; in fifteen or eighteen hours you can reach the frontier."
"Yes," said Gaston gloomily; "thank you, I know where I shall go."
"Well, good luck to you," said Dubois, getting into his carriage.
"The same to you," said Gaston.
They grasped each other's hands, and then each went his own way.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
SHOWING THAT WE MUST NOT ALWAYS JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES, ABOVE ALL IF WE ARE CALLED DUBOIS.
The regent, as usual, pa.s.sed the evening with Helene. He had not missed for four or five days, and the hours he pa.s.sed with her were his happy hours, but this time he found her very much shaken by her visit to her lover in the Bastille.
"Come," said the regent, "take courage, Helene; to-morrow you shall be his wife."
"To-morrow is distant," replied she.
"Helene, believe in my word, which has never failed you. I tell you that to-morrow shall dawn happily for you and for him."
Helene sighed deeply.
A servant entered and spoke to the regent.
"What is it?" asked Helene, who was alarmed at the slightest thing.
"Nothing, my child," said the duke; "it is only my secretary, who wishes to see me on some pressing business."
"Shall I leave you?"
"Yes; do me that favor for an instant."
Helene withdrew into her room.
At the same time the door opened and Dubois entered, out of breath.
"Where do you come from in such a state?"
"Parbleu! from the Bastille."
"And our prisoner?"
"Well."
"Is everything arranged for the marriage."
"Yes, everything but the hour, which you did not name."
"Let us say eight in the morning."
"At eight in the morning," said Dubois, calculating.
"Yes, what are you calculating?"
"I am thinking where he will be."
"Who?"
"The prisoner."
"What! the prisoner!"
"Yes; at eight o'clock he will be forty leagues from Paris!"
"From Paris!"
"Yes; if he continues to go at the pace at which I saw him set out."
"What do you mean?"
