“And the charcoal, monsieur?”
“This little fellow has evidently made a vow to drive me mad! Call it as many errands as you choose, and let me alone.”
“I will call it fifteen, monsieur, but I am very sorry that I have offended monsieur, who is so very kind, and I will go, monsieur, I will go!”
And Georget had already reached the door, when Monsieur Malberg called him back.
“Listen, my boy, as you seem in such a hurry to pay your debt to me, I will employ you at once.”
“Oh! so much the better, monsieur, so much the better!”
“Listen: there is somewhere or other in the world a person whom I lost sight of almost—almost nineteen years ago, and whom I am very desirous to find. At that time, the gentleman in question, for it is a gentleman that I am talking about, was some thirty-three or thirty-four years of age; he was tall, with a good figure, and was rather a handsome man. Moreover, he was a dandy, a man of fashion, and always dressed with much elegance; but as that was nineteen years ago, his appearance may have changed greatly! However, the man’s name is Monsieur de Roncherolle.”
“Very good, monsieur; and where did this handsome Monsieur de—de——”
“Roncherolle.”
“Roncherolle live? Oh! I shall not forget the name again.”