the vigilance of the porter at the door, and sprang into the coach beside her. We drove to a clothier's shop in the Fripperie[1] where I donned once more a laced coat and sword. Manon paid for them, as I had not a penny about me, and, in her fear lest I might encounter some obstacle to my flight from St. Sulpice, she had opposed my returning to my room for a moment to get my money. My purse, moreover, was but scantily filled, and the munificence of B——— had made her rich enough to despise
the small sum which she had persuaded me to leave behind.
Before we left the clothier's shop we held a consultation as to the course we should pursue. With a view of enhancing in my eyes the completeness of her sacrifice of B——— for my sake, she determined to act without the least consideration for him.
"I will leave him his furniture," she said, "for it belongs to him; but I shall take with me, as I am entitled to do, all the jewelry and about sixty thousand francs,
- ↑ La Fripperie was the neighborhood in old Paris in which were situated the shops of the venders of cheap and second-hand clothing, and corresponded to the "Monmouth Street" of London.—Translator.
