"Oh, I see, sir," returned the servant, obsequiously, "quite so, sir, beg pardon, sir."
"Not at all, my good man, not at all," returned Chivey, superciliously; "you are a very civil, well-spoken young man—here is a trifle for you."
He passed the servant a large silver coin, and walked on.
The servant bowed again and examined the coin, in the process of bobbing his head.
"Five francs," said the consul's servant, to himself; "he's a real swell, anyone can see."
One word more.
The five-franc piece which had in no slight degree biassed the servant's opinion of the visitor, was one of Pierre Lenoir's admirable manufacture.
"Let's have a look at the letter, Chivey," said Herbert Murray, as soon as his servant got back.
But Chivey seemed to hesitate.