The young man flung a lightning glance at the dwarf, and a few minutes later the two were pacing the terrace.
"It is nine o'clock," cried Ernest.

"I shall start for Paris at full gallop; I can get there to-morrow morning by ten.

My dear Butscha, from you she will accept anything, for she is attached to you; let me give her a riding-whip in your name.

If you will do me this immense kindness, you shall have not only my friendship but my devotion." "Ah, you are very happy," said Butscha, ruefully; "you have money, you!" "Tell Canalis not to expect me, and that he must find some pretext to account for my absence." An hour later Ernest had ridden out of Havre.

He reached Paris in twelve hours, where his first act was to secure a place in the mail-coach for Havre on the following evening.