Would you mind letting me see the other ?" "Not in the least." M.Ferraud offered the other hand.
Fitzgerald let go.

"What was your object ?" "Mon dieu! what object ?" Fitzgerald lowered his voice.

"What was your object in digging holes in yonder chimney?
Did you know what was there?
And what do you propose to do now ?" M.Ferraud coolly, took off his spectacles and polished the lenses.

It needed but a moment to adjust them.

"What are you talking about ?" "You are really M.Ferraud ?" said the young man coldly.
The Frenchman produced a wallet and took out a letter.