Everybody looked, but no one answered.
“With your permission,” said Paolo Tommassi, carrying his hand to his hat; “I know him.”
“And who is he, my brave brigadier?”
“Pascal Bruno, my lord,” replied Tommassi.
The countess screamed and fainted away; and this incident put a sudden end to the fête.
An hour afterwards, the Prince de Butera had retired to his chamber, and, seated in front of his desk, was arranging some papers, when his major-domo entered.
“What’s the matter, Jacomo?” asked the prince.
“I always told you so, my lord,” said the major-domo.
“Well, what have you always told me?” asked the prince.
“That your goodness would only encourage him,” replied Jacomo.