M. Grandissime gave a low, short laugh, and took two steps toward his desk.
"Rhaoul? Oh yes, I rhecommend Rhaoul to you. As an assistant in yo' sto'?--the best man you could find."
"Thank you, sir," said Joseph, coldly. "Good-morning!" he added turning to go.
"Mr. Frhowenfeld," said the other, "do you evva rhide?"
"I used to ride," replied the apothecary, turning, hat in hand, and wondering what such a question could mean.
"If I send a saddle-hoss to yo' do' on day aftah to-morrhow evening at fo' o'clock, will you rhide out with me for-h about a hour-h and a half--just for a little pleasu'e?"
Joseph was yet more astonished than before. He hesitated, accepted the invitation, and once more said good-morning.