'Pardon my error, sir, but——'
The lady, however, interposed—
'Be still. Mangel. So you wish to find the Rue de Bourdonnais, sir?'
'He had better find the watch,' interrupted Maître Mangel; 'they have gone that way, towards the Porte St. Martin.'
'This, then, is the——'
'Rue St. Martin.'
'A hundred thanks, mademoiselle.'
'Madame—Madame Mangel, monsieur.'
'Pardon, I now know where I am, and have only to follow my nose to get to where I want. I thank you once more, and good night.'
'Good night, monsieur,' answered Madame; but Maître Mangel, who was evidently of a jealous complexion, tucked his wife under his arm and hurried her off, muttering something under his breath.