“In exchange for that you refuse me?”
“Precisely.”
“What is it?”
“I have the greatest desire to see the ceremony, and I have no ticket to admit me, in spite of all the steps I have taken to secure one. Could you get me admitted?”
“Certainly.”
“Do me this kindness, then, I entreat.”
“Most willingly, monsieur; come with me.”
“I am exceedingly indebted to you, monsieur,” said Malicorne.
“I thought you were a friend of M. de Manicamp.”
“I am, monsieur; but this morning I was with him as he was dressing, and I let a bottle of blacking fall over his new dress, and he flew at me sword in hand, so that I was obliged to make my escape. That is the reason I could not ask him for a ticket. He wanted to kill me.”