eyes at this simple question,—“nothing, only I want it.”
Julie made a pretence to feel for the key. “I must have left it in my
room,” she said.
And she went out, but instead of going to her apartment she hastened to
consult Emmanuel.
“Do not give this key to your father,” said he, “and tomorrow morning,
if possible, do not quit him for a moment.”
She questioned Emmanuel, but he knew nothing, or would not say what he
knew.
During the night, between the 4th and 5th of September, Madame Morrel
remained listening for every sound, and, until three o’clock in the
morning, she heard her husband pacing the room in great agitation. It
was three o’clock when he threw himself on the bed. The mother and
daughter passed the night together. They had expected Maximilian since
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