"Is it you who are going to fight, monsieur?"
"No; but I am to act as second, which is almost the same thing. The letter's for his father. Sapristi! this business upsets me so—it seems to me it would be much better if we could prevent this duel."
"How can that be done, monsieur?"
"I haven't any idea; but come."
Paul accompanied Tobie. Albert had written his letter, and was waiting by the cab.
"Hurry, hurry!" he shouted to Tobie, who did not quicken his pace. "It has just occurred to me that you can take this letter and give it to my father, if I am killed."
"Thanks; much obliged; a delightful commission that! No, indeed; give it to this fellow."
Albert handed Paul the letter, saying:
"Now, my friend, listen carefully to what I say. If you do not see me again within two hours, you will take this letter to my father, Monsieur Vermoncey, Rue Caumartin—the address is on the envelope; but not before two hours from this time! do you understand?"
"Yes, monsieur."