Marquis three hundred miles off. Besides, you will have dozens of lovers, and may make your own terms. If one won't another will. There's one of 'em coming here to-morrow, the Count D'Armagnac, just such another swell."
Precisely at eight o'clock, an elegant equipage with two powdered laquais in gorgeous liveries, drove up to the door of the Hotel Marboeuf.
"The Duc de Rochehouart's carriage for Madame," said Grosbois; and the Colonel presenting the young lady his arm, they entered it and drove off.
"Limed, said the birdcatcher," murmured Grosbois to himself, as he stood at the gate and looked after the carriage.
"Entrez, entrez, mon bon Monsieur Grosbois," said Mdaame Coulin, as he passed the door of her entresol; "Entrez et prenez un petit verre."
"Vous êtes bien aimable, Madame," replied Grosbois, accepting the invitation.
"Tenez, Monsieur Grosbois," said she, handing him a glass, "c'est de l'eau de vie de cerise de ma propre facture. Je me flatte que vous ne la trouverez pas mauvaise."
"It's excellent," said Grosbois. "Rien de mieux."
