"I am in a hurry now, or I would explain the whole affair; but I must defer doing so until to-morrow, when please come at the same hour as you did to-day." Even in his state of surprise and stupefaction, Paul felt that this was a signal for him to depart.
"A moment more," said Mascarin.

"You understand that you can no longer remain at the Hotel de Perou?
Try and find a room in this neighborhood; and when you have done so, leave the address at the office.

Good-bye, my young friend, until to-morrow, and learn to bear good fortune." For a few minutes Mascarin stood at the door of the office watching Paul, who departed almost staggering beneath the burden of so many conflicting emotions; and when he saw him disappear round the corner, he ran to a glazed door which led to his bed chamber, and in a loud whisper called, "Come in, Hortebise.

He has gone." A man obeyed the summons at once, and hurriedly drew up a chair to the fire.

"My feet are almost frozen," exclaimed he; "I should not know it if any one was to chop them off.