"He has a reputation for being a man of ungovernable temper, and, at the first word from you that he objects to, would throw you out of the window as soon as look at you." Mascarin shrugged his shoulders.

"I can bring him to reason," answered he.
The two confederates walked a little past the Hotel de Mussidan, and the doctor explained the interior arrangements of the house.
"I," continued Mascarin, "will insist upon the Count's breaking off his daughter's engagement with M.de Breulh-Faverlay, but shall not say a word about the Marquis de Croisenois, while you will take the opportunity of putting his pretensions before the Countess, and will not say a word of M.de Breulh-Faverlay." "I have learned my lesson, and shall not forget it." "You see, doctor, the beauty of the whole affair is, that the Countess will wonder how her husband will take her interference, while he will be at a loss how to break the news to his wife.

How surprised they will be when they find that they have both the same end in view!" There was something so droll in the whole affair, that the doctor burst into a loud laugh.
"We go by such different roads," said he, "that they will never suspect that we are working together.

Faith! my dear Baptiste, you are much more clever than I thought." "Don't praise me until you see that I am successful." Mascarin stopped opposite to a _cafe_ in the Faubourg Saint Honore.
"Wait here for me, doctor," said he, "while I make a little call.

If all is all right; I will come for you again; then I will see the Count, and twenty minutes later do you go to the house and ask for the Countess." The clock struck four as the worthy confederates parted, and Mascarin continued his way along the Faubourg Saint Honore, and again stopped before a public house, which he entered, the master of which, Father Canon, was so well known in the neighborhood that he had not thought it worth while to have his name painted over the door.