For some days M. Mascarin had not shown himself at the office, and
Beaumarchef was terribly harassed with inquiries regarding his absent master.
Mascarin, on the day after the evening on which Tantaine had met Caroline
Schimmel at the Grand Turk, was carefully shut up in his private room; his face
and eyes were red and inflamed, and he occasionally sipped a glass of some
cooling beverage which stood before him, and his compressed lips and
corrugated brow showed how deeply he was meditating. Suddenly the door
opened, and Dr. Hortebise entered the room.
"Well!" exclaimed Mascarin, "have you seen the Mussidans, as I told you to do."
"Certainly," answered Hortebise briskly; "I saw the Countess, and told her how
pressing the holders of her letters were growing, and urged on her the necessity
for immediate action. She told me that both she and her husband had determined
to yield, and that Sabine, though evidently broken-hearted, would not oppose the
marriage."
"Good," said Mascarin; "and now, if Croisenois only follows out the orders that I
have given him, the marriage will take place without the knowledge of either De
Breulh or Andre. Then we need fear them no longer. The prospectus of the new
Company is ready, and can be issued almost immediately; but we meet to-day to
discuss not that matter, but the more important one of the heir to the Champdoce
title."
A timid knock at the door announced the arrival of Paul who came in hesitatingly,
as if doubtful what sort of a reception he might receive; but Mascarin gave him
the warmest possible welcome.
"Permit me," said he, "to offer you my congratulations on having won the
affections of so estimable and wealthy a young lady as Mademoiselle Flavia. I
may tell you that a friend of mine has informed me of the very flattering terms in
which her father, M. Rigal, spoke of you, and I can assure you that if our mutual
friend Dr. Hortebise were to go to the banker with an offer of marriage on your
part, you have no cause to dread a refusal."
Paul blushed with pleasure, and as he was stammering out a few words, the door
opened for the third time, and Catenac made his appearance. To cover the
lateness of his arrival, he had clothed his face in smiles, and advanced with
outstretched hands toward his confederates; but Mascarin's look and manner
were so menacing, that he recoiled a few steps and gazed on him with an
expression of the utmost wonder and surprise.
"What is the meaning of this reception?" asked he.
"Can you not guess?" returned Mascarin, his manner growing more and more
threatening. "I have sounded the lowest depths of your infamy. I was sure the
other day that you meant to turn traitor, but you swore to the contrary, and you--"
"On my honor--"
