"I am flattered of the confidence of Monsieur. I am _ravi_ of the opportunity to serve him." There was something perhaps cynical in the imposing solemnity of gratitude with which M. Varbarriere accepted these evidences of devotion. "You must so manage that she will suppose nothing of the fact that it is _I_ who want all these foolish little pieces of twine," said the grave gentleman; "she would tell everybody. What will you say to her?" "Ah, Monsieur, please, it will be Margery. She is a charming rogue, and as discreet as myself. She will assist, and I will tell her nothing but fibs; and we shall make some money. She and I together in the servants' hall--she shall talk of the ghosts and the green chamber, and I will tell how we used to make wagers who would guess, without having seen it, the length of such a room in the Chateau Mauville, when we were visiting there--how many windows--how high the chimneypiece; and then the nearest guesser won the pool. You see, Monsieur--you understand?--Margery and I, we will play this little trick. And so she will help me to all the measurements before, without sharing of my real design, quite simply." "Sir, I admire your care of the young lady's simplicity," said M. Varbarriere, sardonically. "You will procure all this for me as quickly as you can, and I shan't forget my promise." Jacques was again radiantly grateful. "Jacques, you have the character of being always true to your chief. I never doubted your honour, and I show the esteem I hold you in by undertaking to give you five thousand francs in three weeks' time, provided you satisfy me while here. It would not cost me much, Jacques, to make of you as good a gentleman as your father." Jacques here threw an awful and indescribable devotion into his countenance. "I don't say, mind you, I'll do it--only that if I pleased I very easily might. You shall bring me a little plan of that room, including all the measurements I have mentioned, if possible to-morrow--the sooner the better; that to begin with. Enough for the present. Stay; have you had any talk with Sir Jekyl Marlowe--you must be quite frank with me--has he noticed you?" "He has done me that honour." "Frequently?" "Once only, Monsieur." "Come, let us hear what passed." M. Varbarriere had traced a slight embarrassment in Jacques' countenance. So with a little effort and as much gaiety as he could command, Jacques related tolerably truly what had passed in the stable-yard. A lurid flush appeared on the old man's forehead for a moment, and he rang out fiercely-- "And why the devil, sir, did you not mention that before?" "I was not aware, Monsieur, it was of any importance," he answered deferentially. "Jacques, you must tell me the whole truth--did he make you a present?" "No, Monsieur." "He gave you nothing then or since?" "_Pas un sous, Monsieur_--nothing." "Has he _promised_ you anything?" "Nothing, Monsieur." "But you understand what he means?"