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.