THE MUSCADIN.
It was near two o'clock. Lorin was promenading up and down in Maurice's room, while Agesilaus polished his master's boots in the antechamber, only for the greater convenience of conversation the door remained open, and during his walk Lorin often stopped and questioned the official.
"And you say, Citizen Agesilaus, that your master left home this morning?"
"Oh, upon my soul! yes."
"At the usual hour?"
"It might be ten minutes earlier, or ten minutes later, I cannot say exactly."
"And you have not seen him since?"
"No, Citizen."