The man bowed.

“Andre, Andre,” repeated Gandelu; “why, the name is familiar to me,—­and so is the face.  Have I not met you at my father’s house?  Come in; we intend to have a jovial evening.”

“I really cannot,” pleaded Andre.  “I have an engagement.”

“Throw it over then; we intend to keep you, now that we have got you.”

Andre hesitated for a moment, but he felt dispirited, and that he required rousing.  “After all,” thought he, “why should I refuse?  If this young man’s friends are like himself, the evening will be an amusing one.”

“Come up,” cried Rose, placing her foot upon the stairs.  Andre was about to follow her, but was held back by Gandelu, whose face was radiant with delight.

“Was there ever such a girl?” whispered he; “but there, don’t jump at conclusions.  I have only had her in hand for a short time, but I am a real dab at starting a woman grandly, and it would be hard to find my equal in Paris, you may bet.”

“That can be seen at a glance,” answered Andre, concealing a smile.

“Well, look here, I began at once.  Zora is a quaint name, is it not?  It was my invention.  She isn’t a right down swell to-day, but I have ordered six dresses for her from Van Klopen; such swell gets up!  You know Van Klopen, don’t you, the best man-milliner in Paris.  Such taste! such ideas! you never saw the like.”

Rose had by this time reached her drawing-room.  “Andre,” said she, impatiently, “are you never coming up?”

“Quick, quick,” said Gandelu, “let us go at once; if she gets into a temper she is sure to have a nervous attack, so let us hurry up.”

Rose did all she could to dazzle Andre, and as a commencement exhibited to him her domestics, a cook and a maid; then he was shown every article of furniture, and not one was spared him.  He was forced to admire the drawing-room suite covered with old gold silk, trimmed blue, and to test the thickness of the curtains.  Bearing aloft a large candelabra, and covering himself with wax, Gandelu led the way, telling them the price of everything like an energetic tradesman.

“That clock,” said he, “cost me a hundred louis, and dirt cheap at the price.  How funny that you should have known my father!  Has he not a wonderful intellect?  That flower stand was three hundred francs, absolutely given away.  Take care of the governor, he is as sharp as a needle.  He wanted me to have a profession, but no, thank you.  Yes, that occasional table was a bargain at twenty louis.  Six months ago I thought that the old man would have dropped off, but now the doctors say—­” He stopped suddenly, for a loud noise was heard in the vestibule.  “Here come the fellows I invited,” cried he, and placing the candelabra on the table, he hurried from the room.

Andre was delighted at so grand an opportunity of studying the genus masher.  Rose felt flattered by the admiration her fine rooms evidently caused.