“First, my dear fellow, make things right with Choiseul, that is to say, if you can. And if I were you, I would not trouble about Camus or the girl. She will be punished enough if she has anything to do with him.”
“Well, we will see,” said Rochefort. “We will see, when I have finished with Choiseul. Is he in Paris?”
“No, he is at Versailles, but he is coming to Paris to-morrow, or rather to-day, since it is now nearly three o’clock in the morning. I know he is coming, simply because he has invited me to a reception at his house in the Faubourg St. Honoré.”
“Ah, he is holding a reception. When?”
“This very day at nine o’clock in the evening.”
“Good. I will go to it.”
“You will go to it—but he will arrest you!”
“Not in his own house. I would be his guest.”
“But you have not been invited, and so you would not be his guest.”
“Well, my dear Chartres, you know how Choiseul always permits a friend of his to bring a friend to his receptions. You must take me with you.”