Monsieur Grandcourt repressed a faint smile and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, as if waiting to hear what his caller had to say.
"I would be willing to bet that you guess why I have come?" said Cherami at last.
"It is quite possible, monsieur; still, I may be mistaken."
"I have come to ask where your dear nephew is—my friend Gustave."
"He is travelling, monsieur."
"Still travelling? But, he must be somewhere."
"He was at Berlin not long ago."
"Not long ago—that's rather vague. However, he writes to you, and you answer him, I presume?"
"There is no doubt about that."
"Consequently, he tells you where to send your letters. Very good! be kind enough to give me his address, so that I may write to Gustave forthwith. I desire to tell him a piece of news which will make him very happy, and will probably hasten his return to Paris. When one can give a friend pleasure, it would seem that one cannot do it too quickly! Don't you agree with me in that?"