Some dim sense of foreboding was beginning to steal in upon him.
"Be so kind as to come in, Monsieur le Baron," he invited.

"Will you not be seated and explain to me to what I am indebted for this honour?
You do not, by any chance, mistake me for another?
I am Monsieur Guillot, lately, alas! Of Lille." The Baron smiled ever so slightly as he waved away the chair.
"There is no mistake, Monsieur Guillot," he said.

"I come to you with a message from my Chief.

He would be greatly honoured if you would accompany me to the Embassy.

He wishes a few minutes' conversation with you." "With me ?" Monsieur Guillot echoed incredulously.