“And may one ask the name of these friends?”
“I did not say I had many friends, madame, I said I had one friend.”
“And that friend is called?”
“Peste! madame, you go too far! When one has a friend as powerful as mine, we do not publish his name in that fashion, in open day, in order that he may be stolen from us.”
“You are right, monsieur, to be silent as to that name; for I think it would be pretty difficult for you to tell it.”
“At all events,” said Montalais, “if the friend does not exist, the brevet does, and that cuts short the question.”
“Then, I conceive,” said Madame de Saint-Remy, with the gracious smile of the cat who is going to scratch, “when I found monsieur here just now——”
“Well?”
“He brought you the brevet.”
“Exactly, madame, you have guessed rightly.”