“Mon Dieu! do they mean to arrest me?”
“Why, it’s very possible. The man that you hurt is in a very bad way; the young men whose coats you ruined are collected at the gate; the damage you did in the garden amounts to considerable, and——”
“Oh! what an unlucky devil!”—And Raymond rushed back into the silhouette booth, despite the remonstrances of the proprietor, who seized him by the coat and tried to put him out.
“Save me, neighbor, I have no hope except in you!”
“Very well, I’ll do it; although you played me a most contemptible trick last night.”
“Oh! I promise you—I swear—it was mere chance. I will contradict all that I said, if that will gratify you; I will say that the girl slept with me.”
“No, no; if you please, Monsieur Raymond, you will be careful never to mention her.—But let us begin by leaving this silhouette emporium. Follow me.”
“I am with you, my dear neighbor.—Give me my portraits; how much are they?”
“Seventeen, at forty sous, makes just thirty-four francs, monsieur.”
“The devil! that’s rather dear!”