"Speak on; go on," said Desmarest, who continued to rummage his papers; "I am listening to you whilst I am looking for this cursed letter. What sort of man was this fellow?"
"He is a former garde du corps of the Comte d'Artois."
"Is he young? (This is enough to set one mad!)"
"About my age."
"(Ah! I have found it at last.) Well, your former garde du corps?"
"He told me his entire history."
"What a confiding man! Well?"
"It was a simple, plain story, and indeed I told him that I was a clergyman, that"——
"You told him that you had been a clergyman?" exclaimed Desmarest, laughing immoderately.
"Undoubtedly," replied Michel, rather disconcerted.