I strove for a savour of the old hardihood, but for the moment I could not find a word.
'Well,' he said lightly, a faint smile lifting his moustache.

'You do not speak.

You left Auch with him on the twenty-fourth, M.de Berault.
So much I know.

And you reached Paris without him last night.

He has not given you the slip ?' 'No, Monseigneur,' I muttered.
'Ha! that is good,' he answered, sinking back again in his chair.