“Very likely,” answered he, “it often happens like that; but it is rather difficult to prove.”

“Bring me writing materials, and have a trusty messenger at my disposal.”

I wrote to my counsel, my attorney, to Madame d’Urfe, and to all my friends, including my brother, who was just married.  The attorney called immediately, but the barrister contented himself with writing to the effect that as he had put in an appeal my seizure was illegal, and that damages might be recovered.  He ended by begging me to give him a free hand, and to have patience for a few days.

Manon Baletti sent her brother with her diamond earrings.  Madame du Rumain dispatched her barrister—­a man of rare honesty—­to me, and wrote a friendly note in which she said that if I wanted five hundred louis I should have them to-morrow.  My brother neither wrote nor came to see me.  As to dear Madame d’Urfe she sent to say that she would expect me at dinner.  I thought she had gone mad, as I could not think she was making fun of me.

At eleven o’clock my room was full of people.  Poor Baret had come weeping, and offering me all his shop held.  I was touched by the worthy man’s kindness.  At last I was told that a lady in a coach wanted to see me.  I waited, but nobody came.  In my impatience I called the turnkey, who told me that, after questioning the clerk of the prison, she had gone away again.  From the description I was given I had no difficulty in identifying the lady with Madame d’Urfe.

To find myself deprived of my liberty was a disagreeable shock to me.  I thought of The Leads, and though my present situation was not to be compared with that, I cursed my fate as I foresaw that my imprisonment would damage my reputation.  I had thirty thousand francs in hard cash and jewels to more than double that amount, but I could not decide on making such a sacrifice, in spite of the advice given by Madame du Rumain’s barrister, who would have me got out of prison at any cost.

“All you have to do,” said the barrister, “is to deposit half the sum demanded which I will give to the clerk of the court, and in a short time I can promise a decision in your favour and the restoration of your money.”

We were discussing the matter, when the gaoler entered, and said, very politely,

“Sir, you are a free man again, and a lady is waiting for you at the door in her carriage”

I called Le Duc, my man, and told him to go and see who the lady was.  He returned with the information that it was Madame d’Urfe.  I made my bow to everybody, and after four very disagreeable hours of imprisonment, I found myself free again and sitting in a splendid coach.

Madame d’Urfe received me with dignified kindness, and a judge who was in the carriage apologized for his country, where strangers were exposed to such insults.  I thanked Madame d’Urfe in a few words, telling her that I was glad to become her debtor, but that it was Garnier who benefited by her generosity.  She replied with a pleasant smile that she was not so sure of that, and that we would talk it over at dinner.  She wanted me to go and walk in the Tuileries and the Palais Royal, to convince people that the report of my imprisonment had been false.  I thought the advice excellent, and as I set out I promised to be with her at two o’clock.