And not only seemed it, but were so; for both of them had reason.
The Count had come in. The Captain was just going out.
“What luck!” cried the latter. “I was starting in search of you!”
“And I’ve come in search of you! Captain, I might have missed you! I wouldn’t for fifty pounds.”
“I wouldn’t have missed you for a hundred, Count! I want you in a most important matter.”
“I want you in one more important.”
“You’ve been quarrelling, Count? I’m sorry for it I’m afraid I shall not be able to serve you.”
“Reserve your regrets for yourself. It’s more like you to be getting into a scrape of that kind. Pardieu! I suppose you’re in one?”
“Quite the reverse! At all events, if I’m in a scrape, as you call it, it’s one of a more genial nature. I’m going to be married.”
“Mein Gott! so am I!”