Andre-Louis, reading the sheet at breakfast, and having no delusions on the score of the falseness of that statement, laughed inwardly. The novelty of the thing, and the pretentiousness in which he had swaddled it, had deceived them finely. He turned to greet Binet and Climene, who entered at that moment. He waved the sheet above his head.
“It is settled,” he announced, “we stay in Nantes until Easter.”
“Do we?” said Binet, sourly. “You settle everything, my friend.”
“Read for yourself.” And he handed him the paper.
Moodily M. Binet read. He set the sheet down in silence, and turned his attention to his breakfast.
“Was I justified or not?” quoth Andre-Louis, who found M. Binet’s behaviour a thought intriguing.
“In what?”
“In coming to Nantes?”
“If I had not thought so, we should not have come,” said Binet, and he began to eat.
Andre-Louis dropped the subject, wondering.