CHAPTER IX. I APPEAR IN A MANNER BECOMING MY NAME AND LINEAGE
Fortune smiling at parting upon Monsieur de Balibari, enabled him to win a handsome sum with his faro-bank.
At ten o’clock the next morning, the carriage of the Chevalier de Balibari drew up as usual at the door of his hotel; and the Chevalier, who was at his window, seeing the chariot arrive, came down the stairs in his usual stately manner.
‘Where is my rascal Ambrose?’ said he, looking around and not finding his servant to open the door.
‘I will let down the steps for your honour,’ said a gendarme, who was standing by the carriage; and no sooner had the Chevalier entered, than the officer jumped in after him, another mounted the box by the coachman, and the latter began to drive.
‘Good gracious!’ said the Chevalier, ‘what is this?’
‘You are going to drive to the frontier,’ said the gendarme, touching his hat.
‘It is shameful—infamous! I insist upon being put down at the Austrian Ambassador’s house!’
‘I have orders to gag your honour if you cry out,’ said the gendarme.
‘All Europe shall hear of this!’ said the Chevalier, in a fury.