"Thinking of you? In what way?"
"You will require a secretary, I should think."
"Yes, so I shall."
"You have not got one yet?"
"No."
"Very well, that is my berth, then. Twelve hundred francs, board, lodging and your society. I could ask for nothing better."
"Indeed?" said Romieu.
"Come, now!"
"Return the day after to-morrow, and I will tell you if the thing be possible."
"Possible! What the devil should prevent it ...?"