"It is not I...."
"What do you mean by saying it is not you?"
"No, it is a gentleman who wishes a few words with you."
"At this time of night?"
"He says it is very urgent."
"Where is the gentleman?"
"He is at the door. Come in, monsieur, come in."
Romieu entered on tiptoe, hat in hand, with a smiling countenance.
"Pardon, monsieur, a thousand pardons for disturbing you."
"Oh, do not mention it, monsieur; it is nothing. What is your business?"