quietly: "But is there a train? I know there's a train at midnight; but is there one before?"
"A time-table—where's a time-table?" said the millionaire.
"Now, where did I see a time-table?" said the Duke. "Oh, I know; there's one in the drawer of that Oriental cabinet." Crossing to the cabinet, he opened the drawer, took out the time-table, and handed it to M. Gournay-Martin.
The millionaire took it and turned over the leaves quickly, ran his eye down a page, and said, "Yes, thank goodness, there is a train. There's one at a quarter to nine."
"And what good is it to us? How are we to get to the station?" said Germaine.
They looked at one another blankly. Firmin, who had followed the Duke into the hall, came to the rescue.
"There's the luggage-cart," he said.
"The luggage-cart!" cried Germaine contemptuously.
"The very thing!" said the millionaire. "I'll drive it myself. Off you go, Firmin; harness a horse to it."
Firmin went clumping out of the hall.
It was perhaps as well that he went, for the Duke asked what time it was; and since the watches of Germaine and her father differed
