"I'm very sorry to say that I can't do it; I thought you'd been sent here by my master with orders for me; since that's not the case you must go, for he has expressly forbidden me to receive anybody here except those that are sent to me. M. de Villebelle will discharge me if, on arriving suddenly with some of his friends, he should find a stranger in the place." "Zounds! I'm not a stranger, since I've already served your master in his love affairs. My dear Marcel, you don't wish my death." "No, but I don't wish to lose my place." "You are alone here?" "Of course I am; but monseigneur may come when one is least expecting him." "He won't come today." "You don't know anything about it." "I beg your pardon; I know that his presence is commanded at court. I only ask shelter of you until tomorrow--but, Marcel, my life is in your hands." "Come, your fright is very ill-timed." "The Cochin-Chinas will be leagued against me." "Let them league themselves." "I've eaten nothing since yesterday." "I'm not to blame for that." "Marcel, will nothing move you; do you want me to throw myself at your feet? Well, behold me there. You are softening, you yield; I see tears in your eyes." "Well, only just till tomorrow; but hang it, if monseigneur should arrive this evening?" "I promise you I'll jump over the wall." Chaudoreille breathed more freely; and directed his steps towards the house. "Oh, delightful purlieus, how has my destiny changed since I quitted you," said the chevalier, drawing out his little silk handkerchief to dry his eyes. But on reaching the dining-room, which he recognized, his sadness appeared somewhat lessened. He was the first to seat himself at the table; he invited Marcel to go to the cellar, and did not give him a moment's rest until the supper was served; for it was then five o'clock, and in those days everybody dined at midday. "I'm not hungry yet," said Marcel, as he seated himself, "ordinarily I don't sup until eight o'clock." "Oh, never mind that, I can eat for both of us, and it needn't prevent our supping at eight o'clock; for I do not wish to make any change in your usual habits. O my friend, what a day's work; if you knew all that had happened to me. At first it began very well; an amorous rendezvous given to me by a lady who fell in love with me through seeing me from her window." "Pshaw!" "Give me a wing of that fowl. Yes, my friend, a passion I inspired while watching the flight of some swallows--but--I am used to that. Pour me out something to drink. I'm sure she's a woman of high rank. She sent to me by one of her slaves, I think it was a mulatto, or she must take a devil of a lot of snuff, for her nose was the color of terra-cotta." "And when are you to meet?" "Tomorrow evening. But at present, can I think of it? This unfortunate duel has spoiled all my plans. They'll perhaps put me in the Bastile for five or six years." "Well, you are a fool."