The arrangement, therefore, that they entered into was that each should act from his own point of vantage against Henri de Croisenois, and that when necessary they should meet in the evening to compare notes in a small _cafe_ in the Champs Elysees, not far from the house in which Andre was at work.
His courage was still as high as ever, but the first symptoms of rashness had vanished.

He was a born diplomatist, and fully realized that cunning and treachery must be met by similar weapons.

He must not break his engagement to M.Gandelu; but how could he superintend the workmen and keep an eye on Croisenois at the same time?
Money was absolutely necessary, and yet he felt a strange disinclination to accept a loan from M.de Breulh.

If he were to throw up his work, it would naturally create suspicion.
M.Gandelu had a shrewd head, and Andre, remembering the old man's kindness to him on all occasions, determined to confide the matter to him, and with this object he called on him the next morning as the clock was striking nine.

His surprise was extreme when he saw Gaston de Gandelu in the courtyard.