XXXVI
AMBASSADOR!... ?...
"Hurry up, Fandor! We must be off!... We shall be late!"
Jérôme Fandor slipped on his overcoat and took the stairs at a rush in the wake of Juve.
"Well, I like that, old Juve! Here have I been waiting for you a good quarter of an hour!... You will have to give the coachman an address, anyhow, and that will tell me where you are taking me, why you have made me get into evening clothes, and why you are in that unusual get-up yourself—it's unheard of!"
"It is true, lad! I amuse myself making mysteries!... It is stupid.... Well, Fandor, we are going to a ball."...
"A ball!"
"Yes—and I think we shall lead someone there a fine dance, or I am much mistaken."
"Who, then?"