At length, at the end of the street, on the right, we saw a light; it was a grocer's shop, the only one open throughout the street.

One of us entered, and asked the grocer, who was sitting behind his counter, to show us M.Cournet's house.

"Opposite," said the grocer, pointing to an old and low carriage entrance which could be seen on the other side of the street, almost facing his shop.
We knocked at this door.

It was opened.

Baudin entered first, tapped at the window of the porter's lodge, and asked "Monsieur Cournet ?"--An old woman's voice answered, "Here." The portress was in bed; all in the house sleeping.