He was looking out through the gateway, and did not at first see Philip.

The expression of his face was dull and almost melancholy, but as Philip's eye fell on him his attention was attracted by some passing object in the street.

His face lit up with amusement.

His lips twitched and his eyes twinkled.

A moment later and the transient humour passed, and the dull, listless expression again stole over his face.
"Pierre!" Philip said sharply.
The young fellow started to his feet, as if shot upwards by a spring; and as he turned and saw who had addressed him, took off his cap and, bowing, stood twisting it round in his fingers.
"Monsieur Bertram tells me you want to come with me as a servant, Pierre; but when I asked him about you, he does not give you such a character as one would naturally require in a confidential servant.
Is there anyone who will speak for you ?" "Not a soul," the young man said doggedly; "and yet, monsieur, I am not a bad fellow.