“At the Place d’Armes.”
“At the Place d’Armes, coachman,” said the officer; “go on.—I must say something to them,” thought he, “or they will now think me a stupid, as they must before have thought me impertinent.”
“Mesdames,” said he, “you are at length arrived.”
“Thanks to your generous assistance.”
“What trouble we have given you,” added Andrée.
“Oh, madame, do not speak of it!”
“Well, sir, we shall not forget; will you tell us your name?”
“My name?”
“Certainly, sir; you do not wish to make us a present of a louis, I hope.”
“Oh, madame, if that is it,” said the young man, rather piqued, “I yield; I am the Comte de Charney, and as madame has already remarked, a naval officer.”