“Give us two-thirds, and leave the rest,” said Beausire, with a generosity which won all their hearts.
Don Manoël and Beausire received, therefore, one hundred and thirty-two louis and sixty-six remained for the others.
They then separated, having fixed a rendezvous for the next day.
Beausire rolled up his domino under his arm, and hastened to the Rue Dauphine, where he hoped to find Oliva in possession of some new louis d’or.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE AMBASSADOR.
On the evening of the next day a traveling-carriage passed through the Barrière d’Enfer, so covered with dust and scratches that no one could discern the arms. The four horses that drew it went at a rapid pace, until it arrived before an hotel of handsome appearance, in the Rue de la Jussienne, at the door of which two men, one of whom was in full dress, were waiting. The carriage entered the courtyard of the hotel, and one of the persons waiting approached the door, and commenced speaking in bad Portuguese.
“Who are you?” said a voice from the inside, speaking the language perfectly.
“The unworthy chancellor of the embassy, your excellency.”
“Very well. Mon Dieu! how badly you speak our language, my dear chancellor! But where are we to go?”
“This way, monseigneur.”