“I am at your service.”
“Please explain to me what you understand by duty.”
“That is very easy, M. Martin. My duty is to first please the director, then the public.”
“Thank you,” said Eusebe; and he continued his walk.
On reaching Viroflay, the young man had great difficulty in recognizing the house he went to seek. The garden was no longer there,—the space being filled with boxes and packages. The house, formerly so white and neat, had become gray, and the walls were nearly covered by the gigantic letters of a sign, reading as follows:—
F. B. LANSADE,
Formerly of the Boulevard Saint-Denis, at Paris.
DEPOT OF PORCELAIN AND CRYSTAL,
THE BEST IN FRANCE.