"Adieu, and thank you," replied Joyeuse.
"Au revoir in another world."
And he went away rapidly, throwing a heavy purse of gold at the feet of the servant.
CHAPTER LVII.
HOW A GREAT LADY LOVED IN THE YEAR 1586.
The whistles which Ernanton had heard were really his signal. Thus, when the young man reached the door, he found Dame Fournichon on the threshold waiting for her customers with a smile, which made her resemble a mythological goddess painted by a Flemish painter, and in her large white hands she held a golden crown, which another hand, whiter and more delicate, had slipped in, in passing.
She stood before the door, so as to bar Ernanton's passage.
"What do you want?" said she to him.