"To be sure; on Rue Jacob, Faubourg Saint-Germain."
"Very good. We will take my cab and go at once to see this gentleman; from there we will go to the notary to fix a time for passing the papers; and from there to tell madame what day is appointed."
Agathe clapped her hands and cried:
"Ah! that is good! it will soon be done then! Ah! monsieur, how——"
The girl had the word charming on the tip of her tongue, but she checked herself, realizing that it would hardly be proper to use that expression to a person whom she did not know. She lowered her eyes and glanced at her friend, who hastened to say:
"We are very grateful, monsieur, for the interest which you are good enough to take in our affairs, especially as you do not know us."
"Mon Dieu! madame, my interest is quite natural; as soon as one has the pleasure of seeing you, one feels eager—one desires—to be of some service to you."
Edmond also realized that he was getting confused, and that the eyes of young Agathe, which were then fixed upon him, disturbed him to such an extent as to take away his usual self-confidence. To conceal his embarrassment, he turned to Chamoureau.
"Come, my dear fellow, didn't you hear what I promised these ladies? Let us be off at once! We shall find my cab at the door and we will drive straight to the vendor's house."
"What! do you really mean to go to Monsieur Courtivaux's with me?"