"At daybreak, mademoiselle? Are you sure of it that to-morrow morning a vessel sails for that port? I am well acquainted with the departures of the various steamers—"
"And you know, therefore, that none of them sails for Algiers," interrupted Clary, laughing.
"Well, then?" asked the banker in an animated manner.
"Well, then, just on that account I have been looking for you."
"Looking for me?"
"Yes, indeed, you know all ship-brokers, and you will easily be able to help me out of my difficulties."
"But I do not exactly understand."
"Dear me, I am not speaking in the Coptic dialect!" exclaimed Clary, laughing. "I intend sailing to-morrow morning for Algiers. I have no vessel, and for that reason you will have to get me one."
"What? You desire a vessel—"