Dalton seemed perplexed. He called a servant and sent him with an order for Nalson, the usher, to come instantly to him.
Nalson appeared, with his white gloves and mahogany face.
"Nalson, you were a servant of the Duke in England?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Is the person now in the rooms the Duke of Rosecouleur?"
"I have not seen him, Sir."
"Go immediately, study the man well,—do you hear?—and come to me. Let no one know your purpose."
Nalson disappeared.
I was alarmed. If "the Duke" should prove to be an impostor, we were indeed ruined.
In five minutes,—an hour, it seemed,—Nalson stood before us.