No! I do not blame him, and when I think of his being sent to the pretty Roumanian, I would willingly take his place.
An idea occurs to me which may not perhaps be as good as it seems.

That is to rap lightly on the box so as to enter into communication with my new companion, and learn who he is, and whence he comes, for I know whither he goes.

An ardent curiosity devours me, I must gratify it.
There are moments when a special correspondent is metamorphosed into a daughter of Eve.
But how will the poor fellow take it?
Very well, I am sure.

I will tell him that I am a Frenchman, and a Roumanian knows he can always trust a Frenchman.

I will offer him my services.