“He answered:
“'Yes, it's only five minutes' walk from here. As I have nothing special to do, I will take you there.'
“We started out and soon found ourselves there. It was a wide, fine-looking street, on the outskirts of the town. I looked at the houses and I noticed No. 17. It was a large house with a garden behind it. The facade, decorated with frescoes, in the Italian style, appeared to me as being in bad taste. There were goddesses holding vases, others swathed in clouds. Two stone cupids supported the number of the house.
“I said to the treasurer:
“'Here is where I am going.'
“I held my hand out to him. He made a quick, strange gesture, said nothing and shook my hand.
“I rang. A maid appeared. I asked:
“'Monsieur Patience, if you please?'
“She answered:
“'Right here, sir. Is it to monsieur that you wish to speak?'