only angry one; M. and Madame Danglars will think me a very ill-mannered
person. They know that I am intimate with you—that you are, in fact; one
of the oldest of my Parisian acquaintances—and they will not find you at
my house; they will certainly ask me why I did not invite you. Be sure
to provide yourself with some previous engagement which shall have a
semblance of probability, and communicate the fact to me by a line in
writing. You know that with bankers nothing but a written document will
be valid.”
“I will do better than that,” said Albert; “my mother is wishing to go
to the sea-side—what day is fixed for your dinner?”
“Saturday.”
“This is Tuesday—well, tomorrow evening we leave, and the day after we
shall be at Tréport. Really, count, you have a delightful way of setti
