Bahuchet at once placed in his belt the purse she handed him; then he glanced at the note and said:
"But I see no address."
"What is the use? you know perfectly well for whom it is!"
"I beg pardon! I know perfectly well that it is for the young lord who employed me; but I do not know that young lord; I know neither his name nor his residence; I have never seen him, except in the cheap wine shop where he always waited for me."
"And you do not know that he is Comte Léodgard de Marvejols?"
"The young Comte de Marvejols!—Peste!"
"You lie, Monsieur Bahuchet; for you told us about Comte Léodgard long ago, and you knew him perfectly well then!"
"It is difficult to deceive you, my pretty brunette!" said Bahuchet, scratching his ear; "I said that I didn't know the lover, because he ordered me not to know him; but, between ourselves, I think we may speak more frankly. It is a bargain; I will take the letter to the count."
"Do you know where he lives?"
"I know quite well that it is not with his wife. Say to your beautiful mistress that her commission will be executed to-day.—She must have pitied me when she learned how horribly I was maltreated in her house the last time that I had the honor to call there?"