Every morning he appeared at the Boulevard Pereire to receive Pilar's orders, was occupied during the whole day in going on errands and doing shopping of every description, and his work over returned late in the evening to his lodging.

He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a long leathery face, a long painted nose, long oily hair, and long gray mustache.

The entire loose, bony figure looked like a reflection in a concave glass--all distorted into length.

Don Pablo had a deeply melancholy air, never smiled and spoke but little.

During the few spare hours which the countess' service--in which his legs were chiefly in demand--permitted, he might be seen in a back room on the ground floor, engaged in manufacturing pictures out of gummed hair--an art in which he was a proficient.