CHAPTER XLVI.
HOW CHICOT PAID A VISIT TO BUSSY, AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
The next morning, about nine, Bussy was eating his breakfast, and talking with Rémy over the events of the previous day.
“Rémy,” said he, “did you not think you had seen somewhere that gentleman whom they were dipping in a vat in the Rue Coquillière?”
“Yes, M. le Comte, but I cannot think of his name.”
“I ought to have helped him,” said Bussy, “it is a duty one gentleman owes to another; but, really, Rémy, I was too much occupied with my own affairs.”
“But he must have recognized us, for we were our natural color, and it seemed to me that he rolled his eyes frightfully, and shook his fist at us.”
“Are you sure of that, Rémy? We must find out who it was; I cannot let such an insult pass.”
“Oh!” cried Rémy, “I know now who he was.”
“How so?”