CHAPTER XVII.
THE TENANT OF THE PALANQUIN.
THE Marquis called on me next day. My late breakfast was still upon the table.
He had come, he said, to ask a favour. An accident had happened to his carriage in the crowd on leaving the ball, and he begged, if I were going into Paris, a seat in mine—I was going in, and was extremely glad of his company. He came with me to my hotel; we went up to my rooms. I was surprised to see a man seated in an easy chair,
