“I beg your pardon,” said Malicorne, timidly; “but I do not think you have read all.”
“Not read all, do you say?”
“No, there were two letters in the same envelope.”
“Oh! are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“Let us look, then,” said the count, as he opened the letter again.
“Ah! you are right,” he said, opening the paper which he had not yet read.
“I suspected it,” he continued—“another application for an appointment under Monsieur. This Manicamp is a regular vampire:—he is carrying on a trade in it.”
“No, monsieur le comte, he wishes to make a present of it.”
“To whom?”