“Look here, Mr Launay,” he said at last.
“M’sieu, s’il vous plait, m’sieu, it is the only pleasant reminder of my own clime.”
“Monsieur Launay then—”
“I am at your service, m’sieu.”
“Some time back, when I was here, you were good enough to make me the offer of your services.”
“Certainement, m’sieu.”
“Monsieur Launay, what you have said is a profound secret between us? As a French gentleman, I trust to your honour.”
“Sare, I am the repository of the secrets of the aristocratic classes.”
“Then perhaps I shall trust you.”
“And monsieur accepts the offer of my services?”