I went back to Paris the next day without having formed any other resolution than that of hastening the advancement of my fortunes by playing for higher stakes, so that I might be in a position to leave Chaillot the moment I saw any cause for uneasiness. That evening I
heard nothing to disturb my peace of mind. The foreign Prince had again made his appearance in the Bois de Boulogne, and, on the strength of the previous day's occurrences, had once more drawn my informant into conversation. He had alluded to his passion, but in terms which
did not presuppose any understanding with Manon, and had questioned the man closely on a number of points. Finally, he had endeavored to buy him over to his interests by promises of rich reward; and, drawing from his pocket a letter which he had in readiness for the occasion, he had offered him several louis d'or to place it in his mistress's hands—but in vain.
Two days went by without any further incident. The third was more stormy. On returning from town somewhat later than usual, I learned that, while out walking, Manon had separated herself from her companions for a few moments. The stranger, who was following close behind her, had approached, in obedience to a sign from her,
