Sabron looked at him questioningly.
"You are going, then, too—?"
"Of course," said the young nobleman heartily. "We are going together. You know I am going to take you back in my yacht."
Sabron hesitated and then said:
"No, mon vieux, if you will excuse me I think I shall remain faithful to the old line of travel. I have an idea that I am not in yachting trim."
Tremont was not too dull to have noticed his friend's change of attitude toward him. He smoked for a few moments and then said:
"When we get back to Paris I want to have the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancée."
Sabron dropped his cards.
"Introducing me!" he repeated. Then putting out his hand, said cordially: "I knew you were to be felicitated, old fellow."
Tremont shook his hand warmly.