“Then I will have these torn.”
“Monsieur, I am sorry to tell you that I wish to have the first turn with M. de Cagliostro.”
“All that I can agree to, sir, is to take our chance. I will throw up a louis, and whoever guesses right shall be first.”
“Thanks, sir, but I am not generally lucky, and should probably lose,” and he stepped towards the door.
Charny stopped him.
“Stay, sir, we will soon understand each other.”
“Well, sir?” answered Philippe, turning back.
“Then, before asking satisfaction of M. de Cagliostro, suppose we take a turn in the Bois de Boulogne: it will be out of our way, but perhaps we can settle our dispute there. One of us will probably be left behind, and the other be uninterrupted.”
“Really, monsieur,” said Philippe, “you echo my own thoughts—where shall we meet?”
“Well, if my society be not insupportable to you, we need not part. I ordered my carriage to wait for me in the Place Royale, close by here.”