“In hand.”
“Well, be it so; I lay,” said Malicorne, curious to know how this seller of clothes would get through.
“Is it agreed?”
“It is.”
“Pass me the pen, ink, and paper.
“Here they are.”
“Thank you.”
Manicamp raised himself with a sigh, and leaning on his left elbow, in his best hand, traced the following lines:—
“Good for an order for a place of maid of honor to Madame, which M. le Comte de Guiche will take upon him to obtain at sight.
“De Manicamp.”