“Mamma is calling me.”
And, dropping again her nice little courtesy, she said,—
“Good-by, gentlemen!”
Martha had disappeared; and Dr. Seignebos and M. Folgat, still standing on the same spot, looked at each other in utter distress.
“We have nothing more to do here,” said M. Folgat.
“No, indeed! Let us go back and make haste; for perhaps they are waiting for me. You must breakfast with me.”
They went away very much disheartened, and so absorbed in their defeat, that they forgot to return the salutations with which they were greeted in the street,—a circumstance carefully noticed by several watchful observers.
When the doctor reached home, he said to his servant,—
“This gentleman will breakfast with me. Give us a bottle of medis.”
And, when he had shown the advocate into his study, he asked,—