“If you have answered for me I will readily accept, without even asking what is in question.”
I extended my hand to the bandit, who did me the honour to touch it with the tips of his fingers.
“You will now be able to tell my brother that all has been arranged according to his wishes,” said Lucien, “and that you have signed the contract.”
“Is there, then, a marriage about to take place?”
“No, not yet; but perhaps there may be shortly.”
A disdainful smile passed over the bandit’s face as he replied,
“We have made peace, Monsieur Lucien, because you wished it; but marriage is not included in the compact.”
“No,” replied Lucien, “it is only written in the future amongst the probabilities; but let us talk of something else. Did you not hear anything while I was talking with Orlandi?” he said, turning to me.
“Of what you were saying, do you mean?”