I had hardly done so, when the young fellow I had seen at the chapel came round the corner; but I scarcely knew him.

He was dressed just like a working man, in a blouse all over plaster.

They talked for about ten minutes, and Mademoiselle Sabine gave him what looked like a photograph." By this time the bottle was empty, and Florestan was about to call for another, when Mascarin checked him, saying-- "Not to-day; it is growing late, and I must tell you what I want you to do for me.

Is the Count at home now ?" "Of course he is; he has not left his room for two days, owing to having slipped going downstairs." "Well, my lad, I must see your master; and if I sent up my card, the odds are he would not see me, so I rely upon you to show me up without announcing me." Florestan remained silent for a few minutes.
"It is no easy job," he muttered, "for the Count does not like unexpected visitors, and the Countess is with him just now.

However, as I am not going to stay, I'll chance it." Mascarin rose from his seat.
"We must not be seen together," said he; "I'll settle the score; do you go on, and I will follow in five minutes.