“Ah, sir,” cried the young man, enthusiastically, “can you doubt me?”
“The glorious beam of success that shines ahead of you will take your attention from the difficulties and dangers of the road that you are treading.”
The genial Dr. Hortebise rubbed his hands.
“You are right,” cried he, “quite right.”
“When you have done this,” resumed Mascarin, “we shall not hesitate to acquaint you with the secret of the lofty destiny that awaits you. Do you understand me fully?”
Here the speaker was interrupted by the entrance of Beaumarchef, who had signified his desire to come in by three distinct raps upon the door. He was now gorgeous to look upon, for having taken advantage of a spare half hour, he had donned his best clothes.
“What is it?” demanded Mascarin.
“Here are two letters, sir.”
“Thank you; hand them to me, and leave us.”
As soon as they were once more alone, Mascarin examined the letters.