Splendid animals, are they not?
Zora is in the other room.

Quick, fetch her here." With these words he rushed into the passage and shouted out, "Zora, Mademoiselle de Chantemille, my dear one, come hither." The renowned tailor was exquisitely uncomfortable at so terrible a scene in his establishment.

He cast an appealing glance at Mascarin, but the face of the agent seemed carved in marble.

As to Paul, he was quite prepared to accept this young gentleman as a perfect type of the glass of fashion and the mould of form, and could not forbear pitying him in his heart.

He went across the room to Mascarin.
"Is there no way," whispered he, "of saving this poor young fellow ?" Mascarin smiled one of those livid smiles which chilled the hearts of those who knew him thoroughly.
"In fifteen minutes," said he, "I will put the same question to you, leaving you to reply to it.