"Serve these gentlemen; you see they are in a hurry."
"Ah," said one, rising, "as soon as monsieur will permit."
"Certainly I permit it," said La Jonquiere; and he stepped toward the door.
"But, captain," said the host, stopping him, "you have not told me the name of the gentleman you expect."
La Jonquiere hesitated. After a moment:
"Monsieur Gaston de Chanlay," he replied.
"Gaston de Chanlay," repeated the host. "I hope I shall remember the name. Gaston—Gascon. Ah, I shall remember Gascon. Chanlay; ah, I shall think of Chandelle."
"That is it," repeated La Jonquiere, gravely; "Gascon de Chandelle."
And he went out, but not without looking round the corners of the street and the angles of the houses.
He had not taken a hundred steps in the Rue St. Honoré before Dubois presented himself at the door. He had passed La Jonquiere, but, never having seen him, could not recognize him.