"I can now see what an idiot I was, and I have entirely effaced her from my memory, and I am half inclined to deplore that Mademoiselle Rigal is an heiress, the more so if it is to form a barrier between us." This declaration seemed to make Mascarin more easy.
"Reassure yourself, my boy," said he, "we will remove that barrier; but I will not conceal from you that the part you have to play is much more difficult than that assigned to the Marquis de Croisenois; but if it is harder and more perilous, the reward will be proportionately greater." "With your aid and advice I feel capable of doing everything necessary," returned Paul.
"You will need great self-confidence, the utmost self-possession, and as a commencement you must utterly destroy your present identity." "That I will do with the utmost willingness." "You must become another person entirely; you must adopt his name, his gait, his behavior, his virtues, and even his failings.

You must forget all that you have either said or done.

You must always think that you are in reality the person you represent yourself to be, for this is the only way in which you can lead others into a similar belief.

Your task will be a heavy one." "Ah, sir," cried the young man, enthusiastically, "can you doubt me ?" "The glorious beam of success that shines ahead of you will take your attention from the difficulties and dangers of the road that you are treading." The genial Dr.Hortebise rubbed his hands.
"You are right," cried he, "quite right." "When you have done this," resumed Mascarin, "we shall not hesitate to acquaint you with the secret of the lofty destiny that awaits you.

Do you understand me fully ?" Here the speaker was interrupted by the entrance of Beaumarchef, who had signified his desire to come in by three distinct raps upon the door.
He was now gorgeous to look upon, for having taken advantage of a spare half hour, he had donned his best clothes.
"What is it ?" demanded Mascarin.
"Here are two letters, sir." "Thank you; hand them to me, and leave us." As soon as they were once more alone, Mascarin examined the letters.
"Ah," cried he, "one from Van Klopen, and the other from the Hotel de Mussidan.