“What a question? as if I did not know one of the gentlemen lodging here?”
“What is his name?”
“M. Paul.”
“What, plain M. Paul, and nothing else?”
“Well, sir, it is not his fault if he did not know his father or mother.”
“What does he do?”
“He is a musician; he gives lessons on the piano, and composes music.”
“Does he do a good business?”
“I can’t say, sir, but I should guess about two or three hundred francs a month; and he makes that do, for he is economical and quiet, and as modest as a young girl.”
Tantaine’s face shone all over with satisfaction.