f life had imprinted deep furrows on his
brow, and told too plainly the story of a man who, having drained the
chalice of life to the bottom, was now ready to shiver the goblet. As
Florestan left the room the Count turned to Mascarin, and in the same
glacial tone observed, "And now, sir, explain this intrusion."

Mascarin had often been rebuffed, but never so cruelly as this. His
vanity was sorely wounded, for he was vain, as all are who think that
they possess some hidden influence, and he felt his temper giving way.

"Pompous idiot!" thought he; "we will see how he looks in a short time;"
but his face did not betray this, and his manner remained cringing
and obsequious. "You have heard my name, my lord, and I am a general
business agent."

The Count was deceived by the honest accents which long practice
had taught Mascarin to use, and he had neither a suspicion nor a
presentiment.

"Ah!" said he majestically, "a business agent, are you? I presume you
come on behalf of one of my creditors. Well, sir, as I have before told
these people, your errand is a futile one. Why do they worry me when I
unhesitatingly pay the extravagant interest they are pleased to demand?
They know that they are all knaves. They are aware that I am rich, for I
have inherited a great fortune, which is certainly without encumbrance;
for though I could raise a million to-morrow upon my estates in
Poitiers, I have up to this time not chosen to do so."

Mascarin had at length so recovered his self-command that he listened to
this speech without a word, hoping to gain some information from it.

"You may tell this," continued the Count, "to those by whom you are
employed."

"Excuse me, my lord--"

"But what?"

"I cannot allow--"

"I have nothing more to say; all will be settled as I promised, when I
pay my daughter's dowry. You are aware that she will shortly be united
to M. de Breulh-Faverlay."

There was no mistaking the order to go, contained in these words,
but Mascarin did not offer to do so, but readjusting his spectacles,
remarked in a perfectly calm voice,--

"It is this marriage that has brought me here."

The Count thought that his ears had deceived him. "What are you saying?"
said he.

"I say," repeated the agent, "that I am sent to you in connection with
this same marriage."

Neither the doctor nor Florestan had exaggerated the violence of the
Count's temper. Upon hearing his daughter's name and marriage mentioned
by th