The poor man is desolated in an _appartement_ in the Hotel Bristol.

I am all right.

I have my own lodging--a mere bachelor kennel--where I hope to see you soon and often." He threw his card on the table, rising to go, and timing his departure with that tact and grace which is only compassed by Frenchmen or Spaniards.
Scarcely had I regained my room, after duly admiring Alphonse Giraud's smart dog-cart, when the servant again appeared.

The Baron Giraud had arrived to see the Vicomte, who happened to be out.

The affairs of the Baron were urgent, and he desired to see me--was, indeed, awaiting me with impatience in Monsieur de Clericy's study.
Thither I hastened, and found the great financier in that state of perturbation and perspiration which the political crisis seemed to have rendered chronic.