read her chapter that night. When he reached the street he stood a
moment near the door, uncertain which way to take and debating in what
direction he was likely to find a bookseller. As he stood there he
heard the heavy sound of the massive porte-cochere closing.

Two men were leaving the hotel de la Chanterie. If the reader has
fully understood the character of this old house he will know that it
was one of the ancient mansions of the olden time. Manon, herself,
when she called Godefroid that morning, had asked him, smiling, how he
had slept in the hotel de la Chanterie.

Godefroid followed the two men without the slightest intention of
watching them; they took him for an accidental passer, and spoke in
tones which enabled him to hear distinctly in those lonely streets.

The two men passed along the rue Massillon beside the church and
crossed the open space in front of it.

"Well, you see, old man, it is easy enough to catch their sous. Say
what they want you to say, that's all."

"But we owe money."

"To whom?"

"To that lady--"

"I'd like to see that old body try to get it; I'd--"

"You'd pay her."