'That is not wont to be M. de Savoye's way,' sneered Lafin, and the Italian rose.
'Very well, messieurs. I will then consider the issue is closed.'
'It matters not a rush to me,' exclaimed de Gomeron; but Lafin, who was moodily plucking at his moustache, spoke again, and the tones of his voice were full of chagrin.
'As you wish—I undertake that the Marshal sees you.'
'Where and when? My time is precious.'
'Here, at ten o'clock to-night.'
'Maledetto! This is not a place to come at that hour.'
'It is safe—and it would be safer still if you stayed here till then. The spies of the Master-General—curse him—are everywhere, and M. de Gomeron will guarantee your protection here.'
'I am deeply grateful,' the count bowed slightly, a faint tone of irony in his voice. 'Then you agree?'
'Yes.'