The possibility of figuring in such a procession contributed much to the force of Trevanion’s reasonings, and I resolved to leave Paris at once.

“Promise me, then, to involve yourself in no more scrapes for half-an-hour.  Pack every thing you shall want with you, and, by seven o’clock, I shall be here with your passport and all ready for a start.”

With a beating brain, and in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, I threw my clothes hither and thither into my trunk; Lady Jane and Emily both flitting every instant before my imagination, and frequently an irresolution to proceed stopping all my preparations for departure, I sat down musing upon a chair, and half determined to stay where I was, coute qui coute.  Finally, the possibility of exposure in a trial, had its weight.  I continued my occupation till the last coat was folded, and the lock turned, when I seated myself opposite my luggage, and waited impatiently for my friend’s return.

THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER, v6

[By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)]

Dublin

MDCCCXXXIX.

Volume 6. (Chapter XLII-LV)

Contents: 

Chapter XLII. 
The Journey

Chapter XLIII. 
The Journey

Chapter XLIV. 
A Reminscence of the East

Chapter XLV. 
A Day in the Phoenix

Chapter XLVI. 
An Adventure in Canada

Chapter XLVII. 
The Courier’s Passport

Chapter XLVIII. 
A Night in Strasbourg

Chapter XLIX. 
A Surprise

Chapter L.
Jack Waller’s Story

Chapter LI. 
Munich

Chapter LII. 
Inn at Munich

Chapter LIII. 
The Ball

Chapter LIV. 
A Discovery

Chapter LV. 
Conclusion

CHAPTER XLII.

THE JOURNEY.

Trevanion came at last.  He had obtained my passport, and engaged a carriage to convey me about eight miles, where I should overtake the diligence—­such a mode of travelling being judged more likely to favour my escape, by attracting less attention than posting.  It was past ten when I left the Rue St. Honore, having shaken hands with Trevanion for the last time, and charged him with ten thousand soft messages for the “friends” I left behind me.