“Planchet, you cannot be concerned in it; you would be obliged to leave your business and your family.”
“The affair is not in Paris, then.”
“No.”
“Abroad?”
“In England.”
“A speculative country, that is true,” said Planchet,—“a country that I know well. What sort of an affair, monsieur, without too much curiosity?”
“Planchet, it is a restoration.”
“Of monuments?”
“Yes, of monuments; we shall restore Whitehall.”
“That is important. And in a month, you think?”