"Frequently?"
"Once only, Monsieur."
"Come, let us hear what passed."
M. Varbarriere had traced a slight embarrassment in Jacques' countenance.
So with a little effort and as much gaiety as he could command, Jacques related tolerably truly what had passed in the stable-yard.
A lurid flush appeared on the old man's forehead for a moment, and he rang out fiercely—
"And why the devil, sir, did you not mention that before?"
"I was not aware, Monsieur, it was of any importance," he answered deferentially.
"Jacques, you must tell me the whole truth—did he make you a present?"
"No, Monsieur."