"But, Monsieur Jean, where's your double? Where's the other Marot to-day?"
Jean's face clouded. He did not reply.
"I never saw two men look so much alike," continued the restaurateur.
"So the medics all say, and that I do all the deviltry and Henri gets sent to dépôt for it." He had called for something to eat, and looked up from the distant table in continuation,—
"Lerouge has turned out to be the most rabid Dreyfusarde. We met in the fun to-day——"
"Fun!"
"There certainly was fun for a while. George Villeroy, when I last saw him, was being chased to the Rue de Rivoli. Hope he gets back this evening at Le Petit Rouge."
"Le Petit Rouge! Faugh! Nest of red republicans, royalists——"
"No royalists——"
"Anarchists——"