Chance, we see, had interposed usefully in our affairs.
I was talking at the door with Baudin, and we were making some last arrangements, when a young man with a chestnut beard, dressed like a man of fashion, and possessing all the manners of one, and whom I had noticed while speaking, came up to me.
"Monsieur Victor Hugo," said he, "where are you going to sleep ?" Up to that moment I had not thought of this.
It was far from prudent to go home.
"In truth," I answered, "I have not the least idea." "Will you come to my house ?" "I shall be very happy." He told me his mane.

It was M.de la R----.

He knew my brother Abel's wife and family, the Montferriers, relations of the Chambaceres, and he lived in the Rue Caumartin.

He had been a Prefect under the Provisional Government.

There was a carriage in waiting.