Tell me now, what do you know ?" Michu related what he had overheard Malin say to Grevin.
"They are already on the road to Paris; they were to enter it to-morrow morning," said the countess when he had finished.
"Lost!" exclaimed Michu.

"All persons entering or leaving the barriers are examined.

Malin has strong reasons to let my masters compromise themselves; he is seeking to get them killed out of his way." "And I, who don't know anything of the general plan of the affair," cried Laurence, "how can I warn Georges, Riviere, and Moreau?
Where are they ?--However, let us think only of my cousins and the d'Hauteserres; you must catch up with them, no matter what it costs." "The telegraph goes faster than the best horse," said Michu; "and of all the nobles concerned in this conspiracy your cousins are the closest watched.

If I can find them, they must be hidden here and kept here till the affair is over.

Their poor father may have had a foreboding when he set me to search for this hiding-place; perhaps he felt that his sons would be saved here." "My mare is from the stables of the Comte d'Artois,--she is the daughter of his finest English horse," said Laurence; "but she has already gone sixty miles, she would drop dead before you reached them." "Mine is in good condition," replied Michu; "and if you did sixty miles I shall have only thirty to do." "Nearer forty," she said, "they have been walking since dark.