The throng was a well-dressed one, and consequently of a cold and evil temper if one worked against it. I succeeded, however, in reaching Monsieur de Clericy and touched his arm. He turned hastily, as one possessing foes as well as friends, and showed me a most benevolent countenance, kindly and sympathetic even when accosted by a total stranger. "Monsieur de Clericy?" I asked. He peered up at me with pleasant, short-sighted eyes while returning my salute. "But yes. Am I happy enough to be able to do anything for Monsieur?" He spoke in a high, thin voice that was almost childlike, and a feeling of misgiving ran through me that one so young and inexperienced as Mademoiselle de Clericy should be abroad on such a day with no better escort than this old man. "Pardon my addressing you," I said, "but I hear that you are seeking a secretary. I only ask permission to call at your hotel and apply for the post." "But, mon grand monsieur," he said with a delightful playfulness, spreading out his hands in recognition of my height and east-country bulk, "this is no time to talk of affairs. To-day we are at pleasure." "Not all, Monsieur; some are busy enough," I replied, handing him my card, which he held close to his eyes, after the manner of one who has never possessed long or keen sight. "What determination!" he exclaimed, with an old man's tolerance. "Mon Dieu! these English allies of ours!" "Well!" he said, after a pause, "if Monsieur honours me with such a request, I shall be in and at your service from ten o'clock to-morrow morning." He felt in his pocket and handed me a card with courtesy. It was quite refreshing to meet such a man in Paris in 1869--so naive, so unassuming, so free from that aggressive self-esteem which characterized Frenchmen before the war. Since I had arrived in the capital under the circumstances that amused John Turner so consumedly, I had been tempted to raise my fist in the face of every second flaneur I met on the boulevard. Again I joined my English friend, who was standing where I had left him, looking around him with a stout, good-natured tolerance. "Well," he asked, "have you got the situation?" "No; but I am going to call to-morrow morning at ten o'clock and obtain it." "Umph!" said John Turner; "I did not know you were such a scoundrel." Chapter II Monsieur "La destinee a deux manieres de nous briser; en se refusant a nos desirs et en les accomplissant."