“Ah, that is not the only reason,” returned Paul.
“Shall I be indiscreet if I ask the real cause, then?”
“I am not quite sure whether I ought to speak on this matter,” said he fatuously.
“What! a love adventure already?” laughed the doctor.
The vanity of Paul’s nature beamed out in a smile.
“Keep your secret, my boy,” said Tantaine, in louder accents.
This, of course, was enough to loosen Paul’s tongue.
“Do you think, sir,” said he, “that I would keep anything from you?” He opened the letter he held in his hand, continuing: “The portress handed this to me as I came in; she said it was left by a bank messenger. Can you guess where it came from? Let me tell you—it is from Mademoiselle Flavia Rigal, and leaves no room to doubt of her sentiments toward me.”
“Is that a fact?”
“It is so; and whenever I choose, Mademoiselle Flavia will be only too ready to become Madame Paul.”