And he shook me off.
"Then," I retorted, "how do you come here ?" He glanced at Croisette and shrugged his shoulders, as if I had been a spoiled child.

"M.

Anne does not seem to understand," he said with mock courtesy, "that I have the honour to welcome him to my house the Hotel Bezers, Rue de Platriere." "The Hotel Bezers! Rue de Platriere!" I cried confusedly.

"But Blaise Bure told us that this was the Rue St.Antoine!" "Ah!" he replied as if slowly enlightened--the hypocrite! "Ah! I see!" and he smiled grimly.

"So you have made the acquaintance of Blaise Bure, my excellent master of the horse! Worthy Blaise! Indeed, indeed, now I understand.