I love to eternity.
Can you remember it?"
"Yes, yes; I will remember it.—But I am waiting for someone to come; go upstairs to your room."
Blanche curtseyed to the barber and gayly went up to her room, while Touquet said to himself, following her with his eyes,—
"Come, I was wrong to make myself uneasy; she knows nothing of him."
An hour after this conversation somebody knocked at the barber's door and Marguerite admitted Chaudoreille, who came into the lower room with the important air of a man who is very well pleased with himself.
"You're very late," said Touquet, signing to him to seat himself.
"Why, what the deuce, my dear fellow! Do you think that these affairs are so speedily arranged?"
"I don't believe, however, that you've been all this time in the shop where I sent you."
"No, undoubtedly; but I passed a greater part of the time there. After that it was necessary for me to have some dinner, for you did not invite me to partake of yours, I believe."