“Wait till we are in the street,” replied Camus.
They got their cloaks and hats and left the hôtel, crossing the courtyard thronged with carriages, and turning to the right down the Rue du Faubourg St. Honoré in the direction of the Rue St. Honoré.
“Look here,” said Camus, taking the other’s arm, “we have made a famous plan about the washerwoman.”
“Dubarry?”
“Who else? Her presentation is as good as cancelled.”
“Oh, I thought it was assured.”
“It was.”
“And what has happened to cancel it?”
“Nothing. But things are going to happen.”
“Explain yourself, my dear fellow; you are as mysterious as the Sibyl. Are you going to strangle the Comtesse de Béarn?”