I think that my master is still asleep," continued the man solemnly.

"He wrote the note on his return from the club." "Is there any reply." "Yes, sir." "Good; then wait a little." And Mascarin, opening the note, read the following: "MY DEAR FRIEND,-- "Baccarat has served me an ugly turn, and in addition to all my ready cash I have given an I.O.U.for three thousand francs.

To save my credit I must have this by twelve to-morrow." "His credit," said Mascarin.

"His credit! That is a fine joke indeed." The servant stood up stiffly erect, as one seeming to take no notice, and the agent continued reading the letter.
"Am I wrong in looking to you for this trifle?
I do not think so.
Indeed, I have an idea that you will send me a hundred and fifty louis over and above, so that I may not be left without a coin in my pocket.
How goes the great affair?
I await your decision on the brink of a precipice.
"Yours devotedly, "HENRY DE CROISENOIS." "And so," growled Mascarin, "he has flung away five thousand francs, and asks me to find it for him in my coffers.

Ah, you fool, if I did not want the grand name that you have inherited from your ancestors, a name that you daily bespatter and soil, you might whistle for your five thousand francs." However, as Croisenois was absolutely necessary to him, Mascarin slowly took from his safe five notes of a thousand francs each, and handed them to the man.
"Do you want a receipt ?" asked the man.
"No; this letter is sufficient, but wait a bit;" and Mascarin, with an eye to the future, drew a twenty franc piece from his pocket, and placing it on the table, said in his most honeyed accents,-- "There, my friend, is something for yourself." "No, sir," returned the man; "I always ask wages enough to prevent the necessity of accepting presents." And with this dignified reply he bowed with the stiff air of a Quaker, and walked rigidly out of the room.
The agent was absolutely thunderstruck.