Even the more important of the two physicians pursed his lips into a smile, and proffered his snuff-box to his colleague, who, smothering with laughter, whispered: "Are we not capital actors ?" * * * * * Meanwhile M.Cambray drove rapidly in the Marquis de Fervlans's carriage through the streets of Paris.

He was buried in thought.

He glanced only now and then from the window.

He was not altogether satisfied with himself that he was riding in a carriage which belonged to so important a person--a gentleman whose name he had never heard until that day.
Suddenly he was surprised to find the carriage entering a gateway.

A carriage could not enter the gate at his lodgings! The Swiss hussar sprang from the box, opened the carriage door, and M.Cambray found himself confronted by a sergeant with a drawn sword.
"This is not my residence," said the old gentleman.
"Certainly not," replied the sergeant.