"Shall I still act as your banker?"
I begged him to hide the jewel box again, and he concealed it in the wall.
"We go to the Rue Ste. Croix, Lazarre, which is an impossible place for your friend Bellenger at this time. Do you dance a gavotte?"
I told him I could dance the Indian corn dance, and he advised me to reserve this accomplishment.
"Bonaparte's police are keen on any scent, especially the scent of a prince. His practical mind would reject the Temple story, if he ever heard it; and there are enough live Bourbons for him to watch."
"But there is the Count de Chaumont," I suggested.
"He is not a man that would put faith in the Temple story, either, and I understand he is kindly disposed towards you."
"I lived in his house nearly a year."
"He is not a bad fellow for the new sort. I feel certain of him. He is coaxing my friendship because of ancient amity between the houses of Du Plessy and De Ferrier."
"Did you say, monsieur, that Bonaparte intends to restore Madame de Ferrier's lands?"