At the sight of the archduke, the officers turned aside respectfully, and M. Pascal, who seemed to have lost control of himself, cried: "Zounds! monseigneur, you receive people here singularly!" The prince, remembering the appointment that he had made with M. Pascal, and fearing for his own dignity some new insult from this brutal person, said, making a sign to him: "Come, monsieur, come." And before the eyes of the silent officers the door closed on the prince and the capitalist. "Now, monsieur," said the archduke, pale with anger and hardly able to restrain himself, "will you tell me the cause of this scandal?" "What! you make an appointment for me at three o'clock; I am punctual; a quarter of an hour passes,--nobody; a half-hour,--nobody; my faith! I lose patience, and I ask one of your officers to inform you that I am waiting. They answer that you have an audience. I begin to champ my bit, and at last, at the end of another half-hour, I tell your gentlemen, positively, that if they do not inform you I will go in myself." "That, monsieur, is an insolence--" "What, an insolence! Ah, well, monseigneur, is it I who have need of you, or you who have need of me?" "M. Pascal!" "Is it I who come to you, monseigneur? Is it I who have asked for the loan of money?" "But, monsieur--" "But, monseigneur, when I consent to interrupt my own business to come here and wait in your antechamber,--what I do for nobody,--it seems to me that you ought not to let me go to the devil for one hour, and the most important hour, too, on the Exchange, which, thanks to you, monseigneur, I have missed to-day; and in addition to that vexation, I think it very strange that your officers repulse me, when, on their refusal to announce me, I take the liberty of announcing myself." "Discretion and the simplest propriety command you to wait the end of the audience I was giving, monsieur." "That is possible, monseigneur, but, unfortunately, my just impatience contradicts discretion, and, frankly, I think I deserve a different reception, especially when I come to talk with you of a service that you have implored me to do for you." In the first moment of his anger, increased by the persistent coarseness of M. Pascal, the prince had forgotten that the Marquise de Miranda could hear his conversation with his rude visitor from the adjoining room; so, overwhelmed with shame and feeling the necessity of appeasing the angry humour of the man, he endeavoured with all his self-control to appear calm, and tried to lead M. Pascal, as he talked with him, over to the embrasure of one of the windows, where Madeleine would not be able to hear the interview. "You know, M. Pascal," said he, "that I have always been very tolerant of your bluntness, and I will continue to be so."