Edmond had come in a milord, which was waiting for him at the door; he bade Chamoureau step in, saying:
"Do you know the address of these ladies?"
"Yes, certainly; I must know it."
But Agathe, fearing that their agent might have forgotten their address as well, hastened to say to Edmond:
"Madame Dalmont, Rue des Martyrs, 40."
"Very good, mademoiselle. I shall not forget, you may be sure. Mesdames, you shall have news of your business before night."
"We do not know how to thank you, monsieur."
"I am too happy to be able to serve you. Driver, Rue Jacob, Faubourg Saint-Germain!"
"I say! what about Mademoiselle Amélia, whom you promised to take to drive this morning?" said Chamoureau as they rolled along.
"What do I care for Amélia? Do you suppose that I am going to put myself out for a paltry flower-maker, when I have an opportunity to be of service to such charming women! for they are charming, those two! Tell me, Chamoureau, how long have they been clients of yours? They can't be mother and daughter! Are they sisters, I wonder? Yes, in all probability. And yet they don't at all resemble each other! One of them is married; what does her husband do? do you know him too?"