The secretary put the letter he had begun to write aside, and took another sheet of paper.
In the meanwhile the prince changed his mind after reflection, and said:
"I will grant the audience."
The secretary bowed his head in assent, and, taking another letter, he rose and presented it to the prince without breaking the seal, and said:
"On this envelope is written 'Confidential and Special,' monseigneur."
The archduke took the letter and read it. It was from M. Pascal, and was expressed in these familiar words:
"After mature reflection, monseigneur, instead of waiting upon you Thursday I will see you to-morrow at three o'clock; it will depend upon you absolutely whether our business is concluded and signed during that interview. Your devoted
"Pascal."
One moment of lively hope, soon tempered by the recollection of the eccentricities of M. Pascal's character, thrilled the prince, who, however, said, coldly:
"Write M. Pascal on the list of audiences for to-morrow at three o'clock."