"Well, we did our best," Passepoil sighed.
Cocardasse groaned again. "What's the good, if we didn't do what he
wanted?"
"Where shall we find him?" asked Passepoil.
Cocardasse consulted the watch which he owed to the bounty of the Prince
de Gonzague. "He will be here at midnight. It is nearly that now. Come,
man, come." And the baffled, bewildered, angry pair plunged despairingly
into the thickness of the crowd about them, hoping against hope to find
their lost charge for the moment when Lagardere was to make his
appearance.