CHAPTER XXIII.
FATHER AND SON.
Two hours after Andre had left the Avenue de Matignon, one of Mascarin's most trusty emissaries was at his heels, who could watch his actions with the tenacity of a bloodhound.

Andre, however, now that he had heard of Sabine's convalescence, had entirely recovered the elasticity of his spirits, and would never have noticed that he was being followed.

His heart, too, was much rejoiced at the friendship of M.de Breulh and the promise of assistance from the Viscountess de Bois Arden; and with the assistance of these two, he felt that he could end his difficulties.
"I must get to work again," muttered he, as he left M.de Breulh's hospitable house.

"I have already lost too much time.

To-morrow, if you look up at the scaffolding of a splendid house in the Champs Elysees, you will see me at work." Andre was busy all night with his plans for the rich contractor, M.
Gandelu, who wanted as much ornamental work on the outside of his house as he had florid decorations within.