"What do you require, then?" said Hargrave, taking up his hat.
"The most ample apology."
"And who shall I say you are—a friend of the family?"
"Never mind that—he knows me, I was his friend once, and he will not enquire into my right to question his motives."
"Very well then, wait for me in your rooms at the Lion, and I will join you directly."
"I have seen him—stay, where is he?"
"We are both at the Lion, so we will walk there together," said Clair, following him into the street.
A few minutes walk brought them to the hotel, and, parting at the public entrance, Clair proceeded to his room, while Hargrave sent in his card to Beauclerc.
He was immediately admitted.
Beauclerc was standing by the table, his face expressing much internal agitation, while his usual self-possessed air was entirely gone.