"You had better take this big cape of mine; you will find it precious cold on the box; besides he would notice at once that you are not the coachman he hired if you are dressed in that blouse." Harry took off his sword and placed it on the seat, wrapped himself in the great cape, wound a muffler round the lower part of his face, and waited.

A few minutes after the clock had struck eight Lebat came along.
"Here we are, citizen," Harry said in a rough voice, "I am glad you have come, for it's no joke waiting about on such nights as this.
Where am I to drive you to ?" "The prison of La Force," Lebat said, taking his seat in the coach.
Harry's heart beat fast as he drove towards the prison.

He felt sure that success would attend his plans; but the moment was an exciting one.

It did not seem that anything could interpose to prevent success, and yet something might happen which he had not foreseen or guarded against.

He drove at a little more than a footpace, for the streets a short distance from the centre of town were only lighted here and there by a dim oil lamp, and further away they were in absolute darkness, save for the lights which gleamed through the casements.