"The baron's daughter—oh, mercy!" groaned Chon.
"I do not know what keeps me from tearing his eyes out, the lazybones, to go puffing them up with sleep when our fortunes stagger."
"With want of sleep you mean," returned Jean. "I am sleepy, as I am hungry, for the same reason—I have been running about the streets all night."
"Just like you."
"And all the morning."
"You might have run to some purpose, and found out where that intriguing jade is housed."
"The very thing—I questioned the driver of the carriage lent to them, and he took them to Coq Heron street. They are living in a little house at the back, next door to Armenonville House."
"Jean, Jean, we are good friends again," said the countess. "Gorge as you like. But we must have all the particulars about her, how she lives, who calls on her, and what she is about. Does she get any love letters—these are important to know."
"I have got us started on the right road anyway," said Jean; "suppose you do a little now."