Martin Rigal," continued the vain young fool, "passes the greater part of his life in his private office.

As soon as he gets up he goes there, and is not seen for the rest of the day.

Flavia can therefore do entirely as she likes.

As soon as she knows that her worthy father is deep in his ledgers, she puts on her hat and runs round to me, and no one could have a kinder and a prettier visitor than she is." The doctor was hard at work at his danger signals, but it was useless.
Paul saw them, but did not comprehend their meaning; and Tantaine rubbed his glasses savagely.
"You are perhaps deceiving yourself a little," said he at last.
"And why?
You know that Flavia loves me, poor girl.

I ought to marry her, and of course I shall; but still, if I do not do so--well, you know, I need say no more." "You wretched scoundrel!" exclaimed the usually placid Tantaine.