In his apartment in his own house, the extraordinary Marquis de Sérac, who was also the common Mme. Ceiron, was whispering to a person hidden behind the curtains.
"You understand, don't move and listen with all your ears, and promise me not to interfere until I give you permission!"
"I promise. Monsieur le Marquis," replied the individual in a low tone.
"All right, then I'll have her in."
The Marquis crossed the room and opened a door.
"Come in, Mademoiselle, and forgive me for keeping you waiting. I had visitors."
"Oh, Monsieur," replied Marie Pascal, for it was the young seamstress, "don't mention it ... and let me thank you for your recommendation to the King. I got two big orders from it."
"Oh, I was very glad to be of service to you with Frederick-Christian.... I regret only one thing, Mademoiselle, and that is the unhappy events which have clouded His Majesty's visit to Paris."
"Yes, indeed," replied Marie Pascal, "and in such a tragic way, too!"
"A tragic way, Mademoiselle? I imagine this has quite upset you."