CHAPTER XXII.
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.
The ex-cook appeared before Tantaine in all his appalling vulgarity as the latter descended the stairs. The proprietor of the musical academy was a stout, red-faced man, with an insolent mouth and a cynical eye. He was gorgeously dressed, and wore a profusion of jewelry. He was much startled at seeing Tantaine, whom he knew to be the redoubtable Mascarin’s right-hand man. “A thousand thunders!” muttered he. “If these people have sent him here for me, I must take care what I am about,” and with a friendly smile he extended his hand to Tantaine.
“Glad to see you,” said he. “Now, what can I do for you, for I hope you have come to ask me to do something?”
“The veriest trifle,” returned Tantaine.
“I am sorry that it is not something of importance, for I have the greatest respect for M. Mascarin.”
This conversation had taken place in the window, and was interrupted every moment by the shouts and laughter of the children; but beneath these sounds of merriment came an occasional bitter wail of lamentation.
“What is that?” inquired Perpignan, in a voice of thunder. “Who presumes to be unhappy in this establishment?”
“It is two of the lads that I have put on half rations,” returned Poluche. “I’ll make them learn somehow or——”