You will hear of him at the house of a certain Planchet." "His former lackey ?" "Exactly; turned grocer." "I know; Rue des Lombards ?" "Somewhere thereabouts, or Rue des Arcis." "I will find it, monsieur--I will find it." "You will say a thousand kind things to him, on my part, and ask him to come and dine with me before I set out for La Fere." "Yes, monsieur." "Good-might, Raoul!" "Monsieur, I see you wear an order I never saw you wear before; accept my compliments." "The Fleece!--that is true.

A bauble, my boy, which no longer amuses an old child like myself.

Good-night, Raoul!".