"Would you speak with him?"
"Why, really, I should not object."
Maurevel carefully opened the window; Besme was passing at the moment with twenty soldiers.
"Guise and Lorraine!" said Maurevel.
Besme turned round, and perceiving that he himself was addressed, came under the window.
"Oh, is it you, Monsir de Maurefel?"
"Yes, ’tis I; what are you looking for?"
"I am looking for de hostelry of de Belle Étoile, to find a Monsir Gogonnas."
"Here I am, Monsieur de Besme," said the young man.
"Goot, goot; are you ready?"