"That proves," said Dubois, "what a sensible woman your mother was."
"Well, monseigneur! I am ready; what must I do?"
"Ah! mon Dieu! the thing is very simple, you will make me, now, and here, copies of all these."
"But, monseigneur—"
"That is not all, my dear Monsieur Buvat. You will take back to the person who gave you these papers, the copies and the originals, you will take all that that person gives you; you will bring them to me directly, so that I may read them, then you will do the same with other papers as with these, and so on indefinitely, till I say enough."
"But, monseigneur, it seems to me that in acting thus I should betray the confidence of the prince."
"Ah! it is with a prince that you have business, Monsieur Buvat! and what may this prince be called?"
"Oh, monseigneur, it appears to me that in telling you his name I denounce—"
"Well, and what have you come here for, then?"
"Monseigneur, I have come here to inform you of the danger which his highness runs, that is all."