"It is he, of course," Dominique added.
At this moment the room door was opened, and don Jaime entered.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said; "you did not expect me at this hour, eh?"
"We always expect you, my friend."
"Thanks: with your permission," he added, and turning to the servant who showed him a light, said, "get me some supper, if you please, Master Raimbaut."
The latter bowed and left the room.
Don Jaime threw his hat on a table, and sat down on a chair, fanning himself with his handkerchief.
"Ouf!" he said; "I am dying of hunger, my friends!"