‘My sentiments are different, sir,’ said I resolutely, as I moved towards the door. ‘I have the honour to wish you a good-morning.’
‘Stay a moment, Tiernay,’ said he, looking for something amongst his papers; ‘there are, probably, situations where all your scruples could find accommodation, and even be serviceable, too.’
‘I would rather not place them in peril, Monsieur le Ministre.’
‘There are people in this city of Paris who would not despise my protection, young man—some of them to the full as well supplied with the gifts of fortune as Monsieur Tiernay.’
‘And, doubtless, more fitted to deserve it!’ said I sarcastically; for every moment now rendered me more courageous.
‘And, doubtless, more fitted to deserve it,’ repeated he after me, with a wave of the hand in token of adieu.
I bowed respectfully, and was retiring, when he called out in a low and gentle voice—
‘Before you go, Monsieur de Tiernay, I will thank you to restore my snuff-box.’
‘Your snuff-box, sir?’ cried I indignantly; ‘what do I know of it?’
‘In a moment of inadvertence, you may, probably, have placed it in your pocket,’ said he, smiling; ‘do me the favour to search there.’