ABSTRACT
Presently Vautrin, who had taken the reins, drove down a lane, just wide enough to allow the chaise to pass through. The brambles on each side scratched against the panels and had to be thrust aside to protect the faces of the occupants. At the end of this narrow way was a dismal-looking cottage, before the door of which the vehicle drew up so closely to the wall that Vautrin, by standing on the driving-box, was enabled to tap at a window, about the size of a school slate, in the thatch. "Come down, Tom, and bring a lantern,"he said to a rough head, which was, after a little squeezing, thrust from the casement.
