I might have dreaded the re-drawing of the pistol; but, during the whole interval, the mate and I, to whom I had given a hint, had kept our eyes upon the owner of it, and hindered him from rendering it available.
The combatants were soon separated; and after that commenced the more formal ceremony of the exchange of “cards.”
Casey gave his address, “Saint Charles Hotel”—whither we were bound, and towards which we had been steering when “brought to” by the gleaming lights of the café.
The Frenchman’s card was taken in return; and, after a parting glass with the honest mate, and his two or three confrères, we sallied forth from the saloon; traversed the long narrow streets of the First Municipality, and a little before midnight we arrived at that magnificent caravanserai known as the Saint Charles Hotel.
Story 2, Chapter IV.
The Exchange of Cards.
Monsieur Jacques Despard,
9, Rue Dauphin.