“We must get rid of him; and there are a few valets, whom we must replace to-morrow with our own friends.”
“Who is in the kitchen department?”
“No one. The old ambassador did not live here; he had a house in the town.”
“What about the strong-box?”
“Oh, on that point we must consult the chancellor; it is a delicate matter.”
“I charge myself with it,” said Beausire; “we are already capital friends.”
“Hush! here he comes.”
Ducorneau entered, quite out of breath. He had ordered the supper, and fetched six bottles of wine from his cellar, and was looking quite radiant at the thoughts of the coming repast.
“Will your excellency descend to the dining-room?”
“No, we will sup up here.”