"I don't care a damn about my change. The time, you rascal, the time, at once!"
Cherami pushed the waiter out of the room and impatiently awaited his return, muttering again:
"Ah! how well I understand Nourjahad's feeling!"
"Monsieur, it has struck the half-hour; it's three minutes past," cried the waiter.
"At last! that's very lucky! Off with you, then!"
"But is monsieur's change all right? I want to be sure."
"What's that? yes, blackguard, it's all right; here are two francs for you; and now, clear out!"
"Shall I come back and tell monsieur the time again?"
Cherami half rose from his seat; only half, but the waiter understood, and fled.
The two letters were on the table; having thrown away the end of his cigar, Cherami took the one which was for himself, saying: