CHAPTER XLII.
IN WHICH M. DUCORNEAU UNDERSTANDS NOTHING OF WHAT IS PASSING.
Don Manoël was less yellow than usual, that is to say, he was more red. He had just been having a fierce altercation with his valet, and they were still disputing when Beausire entered.
“Come, M. Beausire, and set us right,” said the valet.
“About what?”
“This 100,000 francs. It is the property of the association, is it not?”
“Certainly.”
“Ah, M. Beausire agrees with me.”
“Wait,” said Don Manoël.
“Well, then,” continued the valet, “the chest ought not to be kept close to the ambassador’s room.”
“Why not?” asked Beausire.