But Steiner, deserted at last by the Count Muffat and the deputy, came up in a fury. Drops of perspiration stood on his forehead, and he grumbled huskily:
“Gad! Let ’em tell me nothing, if nothing they want to tell me. I shall find people who will talk.”
Then he pushed the journalist into a corner and, altering his tone, said in accents of victory:
“It’s tomorrow, eh? I’m of the party, my bully!”
“Indeed!” muttered Fauchery with some astonishment.
“You didn’t know about it. Oh, I had lots of bother to find her at home. Besides, Mignon never would leave me alone.”
“But they’re to be there, are the Mignons.”
“Yes, she told me so. In fact, she did receive my visit, and she invited me. Midnight punctually, after the play.”
The banker was beaming. He winked and added with a peculiar emphasis on the words:
“You’ve worked it, eh?”