She went to the next room, where Bobichel was already awaiting her. He did not look as jolly as usual, and, twirling his cap between his fingers in an embarrassed way, he began:
"Mademoiselle, excuse me for disturbing you, but—"
"You come from him—from Fanfaro?" said Irene, blushing.
"Unfortunately no," replied Bobichel, sorrowfully; "I was not allowed to see him."
"Who sent you here?"
"His foster-father—Girdel."
"Why does he not come personally?"
"I do not know. I have something to give you."
"What is it?"