“Perhaps so; but keep your own counsel and set out.”
“Do you know I think the rascal is unique,” said my dear Dubois, emerging from her hiding-place, “I had hard work to keep from laughing when he said that if he were pitched out of the window he would not come back so soon. I am sure he will acquit himself better than ever did diplomatist. When he gets to Soleure the monster will have already dispatched her reply to your second letter. I am curious to see how it will turn out.”
“To you, my dear, the honour of this comedy belongs. You have conducted this intrigue like a past master in the craft. It could never be taken for the work of a novice.”
“Nevertheless, it is my first and I hope it will be my last intrigue.”
“I hope she won’t defy me to ‘give evidence of my health’.”
“You are quite well so far, I think?”
“Yes; and, by the way, it is possible she may only have leucorrhoea. I am longing to see the end of the piece, and to set my mind at rest.”
“Will you give Madame an account of our scheme?”
“Yes; but I shall not be able to give you the credit you deserve.”
“I only want to have credit in your eyes.”