"And you will try to get a reply. If she will not write one, remember exactly what she says to you."
"Word for word."
"Now, can you do all this to-day?"
"To-day? impossible! the document has to be copied; but to-morrow—to-morrow, I can go to the Hôtel de Santoval."
"To-morrow, then, at one o'clock in the afternoon, I will await you here, I will give you my letter, and you will return here and report to me the result of your mission.—See, take this money; I will give you as much more if you serve me adroitly and with discretion!"
"You will be content with me, my gentleman, for I am most desirous to serve you often.—Pardon, I think that I cannot be mistaken—you are the Comte de Marvejols?"
"Possibly—but try to forget it; I do not wish to be known here, or by your comrade."
"Never fear, monseigneur; I no longer know you."
"Until to-morrow, then!"
Léodgard left the wine shop. Bahuchet, with the keenest delight, counted the gold pieces which he held in his hand, but carefully concealed them from Plumard, who asked him why their new friend had gone away.