were
interrupted by a person, something like a cross between a bookmaker and a
private secretary, who, entering through a door which was not the
anteroom door, walked up and stooped to whisper into his ear.

"Eh? What? Who, did you say?"

The nondescript person stooped and whispered again, adding a little
louder: "Says he won't detain you a moment."

My little man glanced at me, said "Ah! Well," irresolutely. I got up
from my chair and offered to come again later. He looked whimsically
alarmed. "No, no. It's bad enough to lose my money but I don't want to
waste any more of my time over your friend. We must be done with this to-
day. Just go and have a look at that _garniture de cheminee_ yonder.
There's another, something like it, in the castle of Laeken, but mine's
much superior in design."

I moved accordingly to the other side of that big room. The _garniture_
was very fine. But while pretending to examine it I watched my man going
forward to meet a tall visitor, who said, "I thought you would be
disengaged so early. It's only a word or two"--and after a whispered
confabulation of no more than a minute, reconduct him to the door and
shake hands ceremoniously. "Not at all, not at all. Very pleased to be
of use. You can depend absolutely on my information"--"Oh thank you,
thank you. I just looked in." "Certainly, quite right. Any time . . .
Good morning."

I had a good look at the visitor while they were exchanging these
civilities. He was clad in black. I remember perfectly that he wore a
flat, broad, black satin tie in which was stuck a large cameo pin; and a
small turn down collar. His hair, discoloured and silky, curled slightly
over his ears. His cheeks were hairless and round, and apparently soft.
He held himself very upright, walked with small steps and spoke gently in
an inward voice. Perhaps from contrast with the magnificent polish of
the room and the neatness of its owner, he struck me as dingy, indigent,
and, if not exactly humble, then much subdued by evil fortune.

I wondered greatly at my fat little financier's civility to that dubious
personage when he asked me, as we resumed our respective seats, whether I
knew who it was that had just gone out. On my shaking my head negatively
he smiled queerly, said "De Barral," and enjoyed my surprise. Then
becoming grave: "That's a deep fellow, if you like. We all know where he
started from and where he got to; but nobody knows what