“Well?”
“A traveller had already come to engage a seat in the imperial. I saw his name on the card.”
“What name?”
“Marius Pontmercy.”
“The wicked fellow!” exclaimed his aunt. “Ah! your cousin is not a steady lad like yourself. To think that he is to pass the night in a diligence!”
“Just as I am going to do.”
“But you—it is your duty; in his case, it is wildness.”
“Bosh!” said Théodule.
Here an event occurred to Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder—an idea struck her. If she had been a man,