“But, Camusot,” said Amelie, unable to suppress a superior smile, “your position is splendid——”
“Ah! yes, splendid!”
“You did your duty.”
“But all wrong; and in spite of the jesuitical advice of Monsieur de Granville, who met me on the Quai Malaquais.”
“This morning!”
“This morning.”
“At what hour?”
“At nine o’clock.”
“Oh, Camusot!” cried Amelie, clasping and wringing her hands, “and I am always imploring you to be constantly on the alert.—Good heavens! it is not a man, but a barrow-load of stones that I have to drag on!—Why, Camusot, your public prosecutor was waiting for you.—He must have given you some warning.”
“Yes, indeed——”