Gustave spoke as though nothing could either shock or frighten him.
“I’m merely considering whether it will amuse me,” I returned. “How long are we asked for?”
“That depends on diplomatic events.”
“The mission to Algeria?”
“Why, precisely.”
I put my hands in my pockets.
“I should certainly be glad, my dear Gustave,” said I, “to meet your sister again.”
“We take the boat for Cherbourg to-morrow evening!” he cried triumphantly, slapping me on the back. “And, in my sister’s name, many thanks! I will make it clear to the duchess why you come.”
“No need to make bad blood between them like that,” I laughed.
In fine, I was pleased to go; and, on reflection, there was no reason why I should not go. I said as much to Gustave.