“WhereamItodrive，sir？“demandedtheman，who，bythistime，hadtakenoffhiswhitegloves。
“Confoundit！“Eugenesaidtohimself，“Iaminforitnow，andatleastIwillnotspendcab-hirefornothing！——DrivetotheHotelBeauseant。”hesaidaloud。
“Which？“askedtheman，aportentouswordthatreducedEugenetoconfusion。Thisyoungmanoffashion，speciesincerta，didnotknowthatthereweretwoHotelsBeauseant；hewasnotawarehowrichhewasinrelationswhodidnotcareabouthim。
“TheVicomtedeBeauseant，Rue——“
“DeGrenelle。”interruptedthedriver，withajerkofhishead。