de Pavannes.
The thought that we were at the end of our long journey, and in
time to warn Louis of his danger, made us forget all our
exertions, our fatigue and stiffness. Gladly throwing the
bridles to Jean we ran up the steps after the servant. The thing
was done. Hurrah! the thing was done!
The house--as we passed through a long passage and up some steps
--seemed full of people. We heard voices and the ring of arms
more than once. But our guide, without pausing, led us to a
small room lighted by a hanging lamp. "I will inform M. de
Pavannes of your arrival," he said respectfully, and passed
behind a curtain, which seemed to hide the door of an inner
apartment. As he did so the clink of glasses and the hum of
conversation reached us.
"He has company supping with him," I said nervously. I tried to
flip some of the dust from my boots with my whip. I remembered
that this was Paris.
"He will be surprised to see us," quoth Croisette, laughing--a
little shyly, too, I think. And so we stood waiting.
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