“You are a wonderful man, Monsieur Anatole.”
“I’m just an old boy,” he laughed.
She poured him out another glass of wine, and he sipped it, looking round the room with eyes of appreciation.
“You two children know how to work. You are quite chez-vous here, already.”
Manon glanced questioningly at Paul. Brent nodded.
“And we are fiancés, monsieur.”
“Why, that’s splendid!” said old Durand holding up his glass; “your very good health, and good luck to us all.”
They drank.
“And that fellow Louis Blanc seems to be out of the picture. The Coq d’Or was full of the gossip.”
“Tiens, what has happened to Bibi?”