CHAPTER IV.
A TRUSTWORTHY SERVANT.
In the city of Paris it is impossible to find a more fashionable quarter than the one which is bounded on the one side by the Rue Faubourg Saint Honore and on the other by the Seine, and commences at the Place de la Concorde and ends at the Avenue de l'Imperatrice.

In this favored spot millionaires seem to bloom like the rhododendron in the sunny south.
There are the magnificent palaces which they have erected for their accommodation, where the turf is ever verdant, and where the flowers bloom perennially; but the most gorgeous of all these mansions was the Hotel de Mussidan, the last _chef d'oeuvre_ of Sevair, that skilful architect who died just as the world was beginning to recognize his talents.

With a spacious courtyard in front and a magnificent garden in the rear, the Hotel de Mussidan is as elegant as it is commodious.
The exterior was extremely plain, and not disfigured by florid ornamentation.

White marble steps, with a light and elegant railing at the sides, lead to the wide doors which open into the hall.

The busy hum of the servants at work at an early hour in the yard tells that an ample establishment is kept up.