He now found that the boy whose master he had become, knew, or said he knew, a good deal of this marquis.

Why should he not gain some information from him?
"Are you really intimate with the Marquis de Croisenois ?" asked he.
"I should rather think I was," returned Gandelu the younger.

"You will see that precious sharp.

I know all about him, and who the girl is that he is ruining himself for, but I mustn't talk about that; mum's the word, you know." At that moment the door opened, and the Marquis appeared, followed by Verminet.
Henri de Croisenois was attired in the most fashionable manner, and formed an utter contrast to the flashy dress of Gaston.

He was smoking a cigar, and mechanically tapping his boots with an elegant walking cane.
In a moment the features and figure of the Viscount were indelibly photographed upon Andre's brain.