“It is so, gentlemen. Some nights, I grant you, he devotes to pleasure, as a young aristocrat should; but his days––how do you suppose he spends his days?”
“Sleeps, of course,” said the Marquis, in a positive tone.
“Gentlemen, allow me to tell you confidentially,” said the valet mysteriously as the gentlemen gathered around him, fully expecting to hear of some treason. “He works! actually works! He sits down and reads and writes as though he were an advocate.”
CHAPTER V
BEL-AIR––(CONTINUED)
“Bah!” exclaimed one. “You don’t expect us to believe that?”
“Yes, and more, too,” answered Picard, who enjoyed immensely being able to impart some information to his superiors. “Why, how do you suppose he acts to the common people who want to see him? His creditors, for instance?”