“You are a very complacent husband, my dear M. Bonacieux,” said the cardinal.

He calls me his dear Monsieur , said the mercer to himself. Peste! Matters are going all right.

“Should you know those doors again?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know the numbers?”

“Yes.”

“What are they?”

“ No. 25 in the Rue de Vaugirard; 75 in the Rue de la Harpe.”

“That’s well,” said the cardinal.