“I may hold them a short time in my possession?”
“Pardon me a preliminary question. If I may venture to form a conjecture, the object of your search must be connected with your countryman, whom the lady politely calls the ‘wretched Englishman;’ but I own I should not like to lend, through these letters, a pretence to any steps that may lead to a scandal in which my father’s name or that of any member of my family could be mixed up.”
“Marquis, it is to prevent the possibility of all scandal that I ask you to trust these letters to my discretion.”
“Foi de gentilhomme?”
“Foi de gentilhomme!”
“Take them. When and where shall we meet again?”
“Soon, I trust; but I must leave Paris this evening. I am bound to Berlin in quest of this Countess von Rudesheim: and I fear that in a very few days intercourse between France and the German frontier will be closed upon travellers.”
After a few more words not worth recording, the two young men shook hands and parted.