“Hein!—you have a handsome watch!”
“What were you saying?” said Malicorne, putting his watch quickly back into his fob.
“Ah! true; I was offering to lay you twenty pistoles against these you have lent me, that you will have the Comte de Guiche’s letter in——”
“How soon?”
“In eight hours.”
“Have you a winged horse, then?”
“That is no matter. Will you bet?”
“I shall have the comte’s letter in eight hours?”
“Yes.”
“In hand?”