“I will go,” said Beausire.
“Perhaps that is equally dangerous.”
“Oh, no; only leave me to act.”
Beausire went down. Ducorneau had found the jewelers much more disposed to politeness and confidence since entering the hotel; also, on seeing an old friend, Bossange was delighted.
“You here!” said he; and he approached to embrace him.
“Ah! you are very amiable to-day, my rich cousin,” said Ducorneau.
“Oh,” said Bossange, “if we have been a little separated, forgive, and render me a service.”
“I came to do it.”
“Thanks. You are, then, attached to the embassy?”
“Yes.”