I did not wait at table that night; the duchess was shut up in her own apartment:  the duke took nothing but an omelette and a cup of coffee; these finished, he summoned Suzanne and her assistants to attend him on the bedroom floor, and I heard him giving directions for the lodging of the expected guests.  Apparently they were to be received, although the duchess would not receive them.  Not knowing what to make of that situation, I walked out into the garden and lit my pipe; I had clung to that in spite of my change of raiment.

Presently Suzanne looked out.  A call from the duke proclaimed that she had stolen a moment.  She nodded, pointed to the narrow gravel path which led into the shrubbery, and hastily withdrew.  I understood, and strolled carelessly along the path till I reached the shrubbery.  There another little path, running nearly at right angles to that by which I had come, opened before me.  I strolled some little way along, and finding myself entirely hidden from the house by the intervening trees, I sat down on a rude wooden bench to wait patiently till I should be wanted.  For the duchess I should have had to wait some time, but for company I did not wait long; after about ten minutes I perceived a small, spare, dark-complexioned man coming along the path toward me and toward the house.  He must have made a short cut from the road, escaping the winding of the carriage-way.  He wore decent but rather shabby clothes, and carried a small valise in his hand.  Stopping opposite to me, he raised his hat and seemed to scan my neat blue brass-buttoned coat and white cords with interest.

“You belong to the household of the duke, sir?” he asked, with a polite lift of his hat.

I explained that I did—­for the moment.

“Then you think of leaving, sir?”

“I do,” I said, “as soon as I can; I am only engaged for the time.”

“You do not happen to know, sir, if the duke requires a well-qualified indoor servant?  I should be most grateful if you would present me to him.  I heard in Paris that a servant had left him; but he started so suddenly that I could not get access to him, and I have followed him here.”

“It’s exactly what he does want, I believe, sir,” said I.  “If I were you, I would go to the house and obtain entrance.  The duke expects guests to-morrow.”

“But yourself, sir?  Are not your services sufficient for the present?”

“As you perceive,” said I, indicating my attire, “I am not an indoor servant.  I am but a makeshift in that capacity.”

He smiled a polite remonstrance at my modesty, adding: 

“You think, then, I might have a chance?”

“An excellent one, I believe.  Turn to the left, there by the chestnut tree, and you will find yourself within a minute’s walk of the front door.”

He bowed, raised his hat, and trotted off, moving with a quick, shuffling, short-stepping gait.  I lit another pipe and yawned.  I hoped the duke would engage this newcomer and let me go about my business; and I fancied that he would, for the fellow looked dapper, sharp, and handy.  And the duchess?  I was so disturbed to find myself disturbed at the thought of the duchess that I exclaimed: