"Here is the passport," said the postilion; "which way are we going, young gentleman?"
"To Fontainebleau," replied Eugénie, with an almost masculine voice.
"What do you say?" said Louise.
"I am giving the slip," said Eugénie; "this woman to whom we have given twenty louis may betray us for forty; we will soon alter our direction."
And the young girl jumped into the britska, which was admirably arranged for sleeping in, without scarcely touching the step.
"You are always right," said the singing-governess, seating herself by the side of her friend.
A quarter of an hour afterward the postilion, having been put in the right road, passed, cracking his whip, through the gateway of the Barrière Saint-Martin.
"Ah!" said Louise, breathing freely, "here we are out of Paris."
"Yes, my dear, and the escape is good and well effected," replied Eugénie.
"Yes, and without violence," said Louise.
"I shall bring that forward as an extenuating circumstance," replied Eugénie.
These words were lost in the noise which the carriage made in rolling over the pavement of La Villette. Danglars had lost his daughter.
