It will divert me." And, listening, he watched his garments swinging to and fro from the hook, particularly the grey cloak.

It held a strange fascination.
"Monsieur improves constantly," observed Breton, soberly.
Victor laughed, and began explaining the difficulty of constructing a ballade of double refrain, when a hand fell upon the door.
"Enter," called the Chevalier, listlessly.
The door opened and the vicomte came in.

Great good nature beamed from his countenance.

His strong white teeth displayed themselves in a smile.
"And how are you this morning, Chevalier ?" he inquired.
"Only a little more thickness to my blood," returned the Chevalier, smiling with equal good nature, "and I shall be able to stand up and look into your eyes.

Help yourself to a stool.