im. He however
took but little notice of this, for he was too full of anxiety, having
grave doubts as to the power of the man whom Tantaine had asserted
could, if he liked, make his fortune. "A registry office!" muttered he
scornfully. "Is he going to propose a berth of a hundred francs a month
to me?" He was much agitated at the thoughts of the impending interview,
and, before entering the house, gazed upon its exterior with great
interest. The house much resembled its neighbors. The entrances to the
Registry Office and the Servants' Home were in the courtyard, at the
arched entrance to which stood a vendor of roast chestnuts.
"There is no use in remaining here," said Paul. Summoning, therefore,
all his resolution, he crossed the courtyard, and, ascending a flight of
stairs, paused before a door upon which "OFFICE" was written. "Come in!"
responded at once to his knock. He pushed open the door, and entered
a room, which closely resembled all other similar offices. There were
seats all round the room, polished by frequent use. At the end was a
sort of compartment shut in by a green baize curtain, jestingly termed
"the Confessional" by the frequenters of the office. Between the windows
was a tin plate, with the words, "All fees to be paid in advance," in
large letters upon it. In one corner a gentleman was seated at a writing
table, who, as he made entries in a ledger, was talking to a woman who
stood beside him.
"M. Mascarin?" asked Paul hesitatingly.
"What do you want with him?" asked the man, without looking up from his
work. "Do you wish to enter your name? We have now vacancies for three
bookkeepers, a cashier, a confidential clerk--six other good situations.
Can you give good references?"
These words seemed to be uttered by rote.
"I beg your pardon," returned Paul; "but I should like to see M.
Mascarin. One of his friends sent me here."
This statement evidently impressed the official, and he replied almost
politely, "M. Mascarin is much occupied at present, sir; but he will
soon be disengaged. Pray be seated."
Paul sat down on a bench, and examined the man who had just spoken
with some curiosity. M. Mascarin's partner was a tall and athletic man,
evidently enjoying the best of health, and wearing a large moustache
elaborately waxed and pointed. His whole appearance betokened the old
soldier. He had, so he asserted, served in the cavalry, and it was
there that he had acquired the _soubriquet_ by which
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