Why do you think of such a thing ?" "I am no secretary.

I have never had the taste for such work nor a chance of learning to do it." The Vicomte looked at me thoughtfully.
"But you are what I want," he replied.

"A man--a responsible man, and not a machine." "Bah," said I, shrugging my shoulders, "what are we doing--work that any could do.

What am I wanted for?
I have done nothing but write a few letters and frighten a handful of farmers in Provence." The Vicomte de Clericy coughed confidentially.
"My dear Howard," he answered, looking at the door to make sure that it was closed.

"I am getting an old man.