"So, he is really here?" said the Indian, with a gesture of joy.
"Have you not just told me so yourself?"
"True, master, but I feared that he had already gone away."
"Ah! But what does all that mean? I am quite at a loss to understand it."
"It is, nevertheless, very simple, master; call this man; all will be explained in a few words."
"Ma foi!" cried the young man, in an ill-humoured tone; "Call him yourself, since you know him so well."
"You are angry with me, master; you are wrong, for in everything that occurs I should only act for you and in your interest."
"It is possible, but I am annoyed at the position in which fate constantly places me, and at the absurd part I am condemned to play."
"Oh, master, do not complain; for this time, I assure you, Fate, as you call it, has shown rare intelligence; and you will soon have a proof of it."
"I should like nothing better."