"Ah! ah!" he said, when he had read it.
Then, looking at me—
"Well, what does that prove?" he said. "That I was a bigger dunce even than he."
"Monseigneur, you will, in that case, surely, do something to help your superior?"
"What do you want me to do?"
And at this he went quietly up to the fireplace, rolling the scrap of paper between his fingers.
"Well, monseigneur, I sincerely hope you will find him a post."
"Where?"
"Near your own person."
"In what capacity?"