He looked at Verplank. “Will you pardon me if I ask how your name is spelled?”
Verplank, getting at his case, extracted a card.
De Fresnoy glanced at it. Then, taking that new pen, he read, as he wrote, aloud.
M. le Comte Barouffski.
Monsieur: M. Verplank has requested the Earl of Silverstairs and myself to arrive at an understanding with two of your friends concerning an incident which occurred last evening in the Avenue Cours la Reine.
Lord Silverstairs and I will be obliged if, as soon as possible, you will ask one of your friends to appoint a meeting at which we may deliberate.
Receive, Monsieur, the expression of my distinguished sentiments.
Baron de Fresnoy
He looked over at Silverstairs. “Is that to your liking? Good! We will send it to the Little Club where the answer is to be left and we will have a reply to-day. En attendant, there are matters that claim me.”
With a movement of the chin he summoned the waiter.