The advocate started.
“You here!” he said.
“Yes, I myself. I came this morning. I was watching for you; for I must see you this evening at nine o’clock. Come and open the little garden-gate at M. de Chandore’s for me.”
And, taking up his fiddle again, he wandered off listlessly, singing with his clear voice,—
“And a few, a few weeks later,
She had a wee, a wee bit birdy.”
XXIV.
The great lawyer of Sauveterre had been far more astonished at the unexpected and extraordinary meeting than M. Folgat. As soon as the wandering minstrel had left them, he asked his young colleague,—
“You know that individual?”
“That individual,” replied M. Folgat, “is none other than the agent whose services I have engaged, and whom I mentioned to you.”
“Goudar?”