In all his thirty years' experience he had never come across anything like this.
"I can hardly believe my senses," muttered he; "where on earth did the Marquis pick this fellow up?
Can it be that he is sharper than I fancied ?" Suddenly a new and terrifying idea flashed across his mind.

"Can it be," said he, "that the fellow is not a real servant, after all?
I have so many enemies that one day they may strive to crush me, and however skilfully I may play my cards, some one may hold a better hand." This idea alarmed him greatly, for he was in a position in which he had nothing to fear; for when a great work is approaching completion, the anxiety of the promoter becomes stronger and stronger.

"No, no," he continued; "I am getting too full of suspicions;" and with these words he endeavored to put aside the vague terrors which were creeping into his soul.
Suddenly Beaumarchef, evidently much excited, appeared upon the threshold.
"What, you here again!" cried Mascarin, angrily; "am I to have no peace to-day ?" "Sir, the young man is here." "What young man?
Paul Violaine ?" "Yes, sir." "Why, I told him not to come until twelve; something must have gone wrong." He broke off his speech, for at the half-open door stood Paul.

He was very pale, and his eyes had the expression of some hunted creature.

His attire was in disorder and betokened a night spent in aimless wanderings to and fro.
"Ah, sir!" said he, as he caught sight of Mascarin.
"Leave us, Beaumarchef," said the latter, with an imperious wave of his hand; "and now, my dear boy, what is it ?" Paul sank into a chair.
"My life is ended," said he; "I am lost, dishonored for ever." Mascarin put on a face of the most utter bewilderment, though he well knew the cause of Paul's utter prostration; but it was with the air of a ready sympathizer that he drew his chair nearer to that of Paul, and said,-- "Come, tell me all about it; what can possibly have happened to affect you thus ?" In deeply tragic tones, Paul replied,-- "Rose has deserted me." Mascarin raised his hands to heaven.
"And is this the reason that you say you are dishonored?
Do you not see that the future is full of promise ?" "I loved Rose," returned Paul, and his voice was so full of pathos that Mascarin could hardly repress a smile.