“M. Ducorneau!”
“Oh, only as a diplomatic affair.”
“If you knew them at all.”
“Bossange is a distant relation of mine.”
At this moment a valet opened the door, and announced MM. Bœhmer and Bossange. Don Manoël rose quickly, and said in any angry tone, “Send those people away!”
The valet made a step forward. “No; you do it,” said he to his secretary.
“I beg you to allow me,” said Ducorneau; and he advanced to meet them.
“There! this affair is destined to fail,” said Manoël.
“No; Ducorneau will arrange it.”
“I am convinced he will embroil it. You said at the jewelers that I did not understand French, and Ducorneau will let out that I do.”