CHAPTER IV.
THE MAN.
"The other three gentlemen have gone away, madam," the servant explained, addressing Madame Lagarde.

"They were tired of waiting.

I found _this_ gentleman fast asleep; and I am afraid he is angry with me for taking the liberty of waking him." "Sleep of the common sort is evidently not allowed in this house." With that remark the gentleman entered the room, and stood revealed as the original owner of the card numbered Fourteen.
Viewed by the clear lamplight, he was a tall, finely-made man, in the prime of life, with a florid complexion, golden-brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes.

Noticing Madame Lagarde, he instantly checked the flow of his satire, with the instinctive good-breeding of a gentleman.
"I beg your pardon," he said; "I have a great many faults, and a habit of making bad jokes is one of them.

Is the servant right, madam, in telling me that I have the honor of presenting myself here at your request ?" Madame Lagarde briefly explained what had passed.
The florid gentleman (still privately believing it to be all "humbug") was delighted to make himself of any use.