"Who are you? Who are you?" demanded the person in question, in a frightened voice.
"Pardieu!" said Canolles, "who are you yourself, who prowl about this staircase like a spy?"
"I am Pompée."
"Madame la Princesse's intendant?"
"Yes, yes,-Madame la Princesse's intendant."
"Ah! that's a lucky chance; I am Castorin."
"Castorin, Monsieur de Canolles' valet?"
"Himself."
"Ah! my dear Castorin," said Pompée, "I'll wager that I gave you a good fright."
"Fright?"