“You would not find me, as I am leaving Grenoble to-day.”
“In that case I will wait.”
I got up in haste and went out to him.
“Sir,” said he, “I must leave this place, and I have not a penny to pay my landlord. I beg of you to come to my aid. I dare not have recourse to anyone else in the town for fear of exposing myself to the insult of a refusal.”
“Perhaps I ought to feel myself flattered at the preference you have shewn me, but without wishing to insult you in any way I am afraid I shall be obliged to refuse your request.”
“If you knew who I am I am sure you would not refuse me some small help.”
“If you think so, tell me who you are; you may count on my silence.”
“I am Charles, second son of Ivan, Duke of Courland, who is in exile in Siberia. I made my escape.”
“If you go to Genoa you will find yourself beyond the reach of poverty; for no doubt the brother of your lady-mother would never abandon you.”
“He died in Silesia.”