“By the door?”
“No, by the window.”
“Did you recognize him?”
“Yes.”
“Name him, monseigneur, or I do not answer for myself.”
The duke half smiled.
“M. le Comte,” said he, “on my faith as a prince, on my soul, within a week I will tell you his name.”
“You swear it.”
“I swear it.”
“Well, monseigneur, you have a week; but——” said he, touching the paper in his breast.