Bonavent, still in his porter's livery, came hurrying through the anteroom: "Master," he cried, "I've found it."
"Found what?" said Guerchard.
"The secret entrance. It opens into that little side street. We haven't got the door open yet; but we soon shall."
"The last link in the chain," said Guerchard, with warm satisfaction. "Come along, Lupin."
"But he's going to take you away! We're going to be separated!" cried Sonia, in a sudden anguish of realization.
"It's all the same to me now!" cried Lupin, in the voice of a conqueror.
"Yes, but not to me!" cried Sonia, wringing her hands.
"Now you must keep calm and go. I'm not going to prison," said Lupin, in a low voice. "Wait in the hall, if you can. Stop and talk to Victoire; condole with her. If they turn you out of the house, wait close to the front door."
"Come, mademoiselle," said Guerchard. "You must go."
"Go, Sonia, go—good-bye—good-bye," said Lupin; and he kissed her.
She went quietly out of the room, her handkerchief to her eyes. Guerchard held open the door for her, and kept it open, with his hand
