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He stopped an instant at this place, as if at fault, and turned round and
round like a dog seeking the scent.

Dagobert and his son, leaving Spoil-sport to his instinct, followed his
least movements with intense interest, hoping everything from his
intelligence and his attachment to the orphans.

"It was no doubt near this paling that Rose stood when Mother Bunch saw
her," said Dagobert.  "Spoil-sport is on her track.  Let him alone."

After a few seconds, the dog turned his head towards Dagobert, and
started at full trot in the direction of a door on the ground-floor of a
building, opposite to that occupied by Adrienne.  Arrived at this door,
the dog lay down, seemingly waiting for Dagobert.

"No doubt of it! the children are there!" said Dagobert, hastening to
rejoin Spoil-sport; it was by this door that they took Rose into the

"We must see if the windows are grated," said Agricola, following his

"Well, old fellow!" whispered the soldier, as he came up to the dog and
pointed to the building, "are Rose and Blanche there?"

The dog lifted his head, and answered by a joyful bark.  Dagobert had
just time to seize the mouth of the animal with his hands.

"He will ruin all!" exclaimed the smith.  "They have, perhaps, heard

"No," said Dagobert.  "But there is no longer any doubt--the children are

At this instant, the iron gate, by which the soldier and his son had
entered the reserved garden, and which they had left open, fell to with a
loud noise.

"They've shut us in," said Agricola, hastily; "and there is no other

For a moment, the father and son looked in dismay at each other; but
Agricola instantly resumed: "The gate has perhaps shut of itself.  I will
make haste to assure myself of this, and to open it again if possible."

"Go quickly; I will examine the windows."

Agricola flew towards the gate, whilst Dagobert, gliding along the wall,
soon reached the windows on the ground floor.  They were four in number,
and two of them were not grated.  He looked up at the first story; it was
not very far from the ground, and none of the windows had bars.  It would
then be easy for that one of the two sisters, who inhabited this story,
once informed of their presence, to let herself down by means of a sheet,
as the orphans had already done to escape from the inn of the White
Falcon.  But the difficult thing was to know which room she occupied.
Dagobert thought they might learn this from the sister on the ground
floor; but then there was another difficulty--at which of the four
windows should they knock?

Agricola returned precipitately.  "It was the wind, no doubt, which shut
the gate," said he.  "I have opened it again, and made it fast with a
stone.  But we have no time to lose."

"And how shall we know the windows of the poor children?" said Dagobert,

"That is true," said Agricola, with uneasiness.  "What is to be done?"

"To call them at hap-hazard," continued Dagobert, "would be to give the

"Oh, heavens!" cried Agricola, with increasing anguish.  "To have arrived
here, under their windows, and yet not to know!"

"Time presses," said Dagobert, hastily, interrupting his son; "we must
run all risks."

"But how, father?"

"I will call out loud, 'Rose and Blanche'--in their state of despair, I
am sure they do not sleep.  They will be stirring at my first summons.
By means of a sheet, fastened to the window, she who is on the first
story will in five minutes be in our arms.  As for the one on the ground
floor--if her window is not grated, we can have her in a second.  If it
is, we shall soon loosen one of the bars."

"But, father--this calling out aloud?"

"Will not perhaps be heard."

"But if it is heard--all will be lost."

"Who knows?  Before they have time to call the watch, and open several
doors, the children may be delivered.  Once at the entrance of the
boulevard, and we shall be safe."

"It is a dangerous course; but I see no other."

"If there are only two men, I and Spoil-sport will keep them in check,
while you will have time to carry off the children."

"Father, there is a better way--a surer one," cried Agricola, suddenly.
"From what Mother Bunch told us, Mdlle. de Cardoville has corresponded by
signs with Rose and Blanche."


"Hence she knows where they are lodged, as the poor children answered her
from their windows."

"You are right.  There is only that course to take.  But how find her

"Mother Bunch told me there was a shade over the window."

"Quick! we have only to break through a wooden fence.  Have you the iron

"Here it is."

"Then, quick!"

In a few steps, Dagobert and his son had reached the paling.  Three
planks, torn away by Agricola, opened an easy passage.

"Remain here, father, and keep watch," said he to Dagobert, as he entered
Dr. Baleinier's garden.

The indicated window was easily recognized.  It was high and broad; a
sort of shade surmounted it, for this window had once been a door, since
walled in to the third of its height.  It was protected by bars of iron,
pretty far apart.  Since some minutes, the rain had ceased.  The moon,
breaking through the clouds, shone full upon the building.  Agricola,
approaching the window, saw that the room was perfectly dark; but light
came from a room beyond, through a door left half open.  The smith,
hoping that Mdlle. de Cardoville might be still awake, tapped lightly at
the window.  Soon after, the door in the background opened entirely, and
Mdlle. de Cardoville, who had not yet gone to bed, came from the other
chamber, dressed as she had been at her interview with Mother Bunch.  Her
charming features were visible by the light of the taper she held in her
hand.  Their present expression was that of surprise and anxiety.  The
young girl set down the candlestick on the table, and appeared to listen
attentively as she approached the window.  Suddenly she started and
stopped abruptly.  She had just discerned the face of a man, looking at
her through the window.  Agricola, fearing that Mdlle. de Cardoville
would retire in terror to the next room, again tapped on the glass, and
running the risk of being heard by others, said in a pretty loud voice:
"It is Agricola Baudoin."

These words reached the ears of Adrienne.  Instantly remembering her
interview with Mother Bunch, she thought that Agricola and Dagobert must
have entered the convent for the purpose of carrying off Rose and
Blanche.  She ran to the window, recognized Agricola in the clear
moonlight, and cautiously opened the casement.

"Madame," said the smith, hastily; "there is not an instant to lose.  The
Count de Montbron is not in Paris.  My father and myself have come to
deliver you."

"Thanks, thanks, M. Agricola!" said Mdlle. de Cardoville, in a tone
expressive of the most touching gratitude; "but think first of the
daughters of General Simon."

"We do think of them, madame, I have come to ask you which are their

"One is on the ground floor, the last on the garden-side; the other is
exactly over it, on the first story."

"Then they are saved!" cried the smith.

"But let me see!" resumed Adrienne, hastily; "the first story is pretty
high.  You will find, near the chapel they are building, some long poles
belonging to the scaffolding.  They may be of use to you."

"They will be as good as a ladder, to reach the upstairs window.  But now
to think of you madame."

"Think only of the dear orphans.  Time presses.  Provided they are
delivered to-night, it makes little difference to me to remain a day or
two longer in this house."  "No, mademoiselle," cried the smith, "it is
of the first importance that you should leave this place to-night.
Interests are concerned, of which you know nothing.  I am now sure of

"What do you mean?"

"I have not time to explain myself further; but I conjure you madame, to
come.  I can wrench out two of these bars; I will fetch a piece of iron."

"It is not necessary.  They are satisfied with locking the outer door of
this building, which I inhabit alone.  You can easily break open the

"And, in ten minutes, we shall be on the boulevard," said the smith.
"Make yourself ready, madame; take a shawl, a bonnet, for the night is
cold.  I will return instantly."

"M. Agricola," said Adrienne, with tears in her eyes, "I know what you
risk for my sake.  I shall prove to you, I hope, that I have as good a
memory as you have.  You and your adopted sister are noble and valiant
creatures, and I am proud to be indebted to you.  But do not return for
me till the daughters of Marshal Simon are in safety."

"Thanks to your directions, the thing will be done directly, madame.  I
fly to rejoin my father, and we will come together to fetch you."

Following the excellent advice of Mdlle. de Cardoville, Agricola took one
of the long, strong poles that rested against the wall of the chapel,
and, bearing it on his robust shoulders, hastened to rejoin his father.
Hardly had Agricola passed the fence, to direct his steps towards the
chapel, obscured in shadow, than Mdlle. de Cardoville thought she
perceived a human form issue from one of the clumps of trees in the
convent-garden, cross the path hastily, and disappear behind a high hedge
of box.  Alarmed at the sight, Adrienne in vain called to Agricola in a
low voice, to bid him beware.  He could not hear her; he had already
rejoined his father, who, devoured by impatience, went from window to
window with ever-increasing anguish.

"We are saved," whispered Agricola.  "Those are the windows of the poor
children--one on the ground floor, the other on the first story."

"At last!" said Dagobert, with a burst of joy impossible to describe.  He
ran to examine the windows.  "They are not grated!" he exclaimed.

"Let us make sure, that one of them is there," said Agricola; "then, by
placing this pole against the wall, I will climb up to the first story,
which is not so very high."

"Right, my boy!--once there, tap at the window, and call Rose or Blanche.
When she answers, come down.  We will rest the pole against the window,
and the poor child will slide along it.  They are bold and active.
Quick, quick! to work!"

"And then we will deliver Mdlle. de Cardoville."

Whilst Agricola placed his pole against the wall, and prepares to mount,
Dagobert tapped at the panes of the last window on the ground floor, and
said aloud: "It is I--Dagobert."

Rose Simon indeed occupied the chamber.  The unhappy child, in despair at
being separated from her sister, was a prey to a burning fever, and,
unable to sleep, watered her pillow with her tears.  At the sound of the
tapping on the glass, she started up affrighted, then, hearing the voice
of the soldier--that voice so familiar and so dear--she sat up in bed,
pressed her hands across her forehead, to assure herself that she was not
the plaything of a dream, and, wrapped in her long night-dress, ran to
the window with a cry of joy.  But suddenly--and before she could open
the casement--two reports of fire-arms were heard, accompanied by loud
cries of "Help! thieves!

The orphan stood petrified with terror, her eyes mechanically fixed upon
the window, through which she saw confusedly, by the light of the moon,
several men engaged in a mortal struggle, whilst the furious barking of
Spoil-sport was heard above all the incessant cries of "Help! Help!
Thieves! Murder!"

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