I began to laugh.
"At least you will tell her what has happened?"
"She has been told."
"By whom?"
"By me," said Harel, "and she has already received her reward."
"What was it?"
"A bracelet."
I seized hold of Georges' lovely hands, and addressing my remarks to Harel, I said—
"Upon my word, my dear friend, you do things in a way it is impossible to get round.... To-morrow I will set to work on your Napoléon and in a week you shall have it."
"You are in a great hurry to leave us, my dear boy!" Georges said, curling her queenly lip.