"Well," suggested Chon, "there must be rooms to let in that street."
"Excellent idea," said the countess. "You must be off quickly to the place, Jean, and hire a flat there, where a watcher can mark down all her doings."
"No use; there are no rooms to hire there; I inquired; but I can get what we want in the street at the back, overlooking their place, Plastrière Street."
"Well, quick! get a room there."
"I have done that," answered Jean.
"Admirable fellow—come, let me buss thee!" exclaimed the royal
favorite.
Jean wiped his mouth, received the caress and made a ceremonious bow to show that he was duly grateful for the honor.
"I took the little suite for a young widow. Young widow, you, Chon."