He ordered your son, for a first employment in his new clerkship, to get a copy of a judgment which ought to have been served last evening, and Oscar, instead of doing so, allowed himself to be fooled.

The master was furious.

It's a chance if I have been able to repair the mischief by going this morning, at six o'clock, to see the head-clerk at the Palais, who has promised me to have a copy ready by seven o'clock to-morrow morning." "Ah, Godeschal!" cried Oscar, going up to him and pressing his hand.
"You are, indeed, a true friend." "Ah, monsieur!" said Madame Clapart, "a mother is happy, indeed, in knowing that her son has a friend like you; you may rely upon a gratitude which can end only with my life.

Oscar, one thing I want to say to you now.

Distrust that Georges Marest.