c, who said
to him:

"Here are a number of joyful people, and they do not know what for."

"Nor I, neither; but at least I am an exception."

"You are wrong, for you are one of those to whom Paris is a paradise."

"Do not laugh at me, M. de Loignac."

"I do not; I distinguished you at once, and that other young man also
who looks so grave."

"Who?"

"M. de St. Maline."

"And why this distinction, if this question be not too curious?"

"I know you, that is all."

"Me! you know me?"

"You, and he, and all here."

"It is strange."

"Yes, but necessary."

"Why?"

"Because a chief should know his soldiers."

"And all these men--"

"Will be my soldiers to-morrow."

"But I thought that M. d'Epernon--"

"Hush! do not pronounce that name here."

Then rising, M. de Loignac said, "Gentlemen, since chance unites here
forty-five compatriots, let us empty a glass of wine to the prosperity
of all."

This proposal gave rise to frantic applause. "They are almost all half
drunk," said De Loignac; "it would be a good opportunity to make them
repeat their histories, only time does not permit of it." Then he added
aloud, "Hola! M. Fournichon, dismiss from the room all women, children
and lackeys."

Lardille retired grumbling, but Militor did not move. "Did you not hear,
M. Militor," said De Loignac; "to the kitchen!"

There remained only forty-five men, and M. de Loignac then said, "Now,
gentlemen, each knows who called him to Paris. Good! that will do; do
not call out his name. You know also that you have come to obey him."

A murmur of assent came from all, mingled with astonishment, for each
one knew only what concerned himself, and was ignorant that his neighbor
had been moved by the same influence.

"Well, then!" continued De Loignac, "you will have time to become
acquainted with each other afterward. You agree that you have come here
to obey him?"

"Yes, yes," they cried.

"Then, to begin; go quietly out of this hotel to the lodgings prepared
for you."

"For all?" asked St. Maline.

"Yes, for all."

"We are all equal here," cried Perducas, whose limbs felt rather
doubtful under him.

"Yes," replied De Loignac; "all are equal before the will of the
master."

"Oh!" cried Carmainges, coloring; "I do not know that M. d'Epernon would
be called my master."

"Wait!"

"I did not expect that."

"Wait, hot head! I did not tell you who was to be your master."

"No; but you said we should have