“He don’t live here now,” said the concierge.
“Where does he live?”
“He’s gone to take the waters.”
“What waters, morbleu?”
“Faith, he didn’t tell me, monsieur.”
Bertrand was furious; he returned, cursing, to tell Auguste, who received the news calmly enough.
“What! lieutenant, you are robbed of a hundred louis more, and it doesn’t make you angry!” said Bertrand.
“Faith, my friend, when a fellow is ruined, a hundred louis more or less aren’t worth worrying about.”
“Still, they’d tide over for some time. That cursed marquis! I had a presentiment of this.”
“I shall find him somewhere.”