"Then you will raise no objections?" There was a triumphant gleam in M. Perissard's pig-like I eyes.
"None whatever! The money is here!"
The two partners rose as one and held out their hands.
"I will tell her what you say—word for word!" declared the senior.
"Give me her address so I can go and see her at once!" pleaded Floriot, eagerly.
"M. the President," replied M. Perissard in his heaviest manner. "I must beg you to excuse me: I have no authority from my client to give you her address."
"But——"
"I am only acting on instructions!"
"But what reason can she have for refusing to see me?" he protested, wildly.
"I don't know that she has any reason, but before giving you her address I must ask her permission!" was the firm response.