"Ah! I think that a very shabby trick!" grumbled the
intelligent youth. "They won't succeed in playing that game on me
again. Why, she's there now!"
It occurred to him that Madame d'Argeles had perhaps described him
to her servants, and had given them strict orders not to admit
him. "I'll find out if that is the case, even if I have to wait
here until to-morrow morning," he thought, angrily. However, he
had not been on guard very long, when he saw a brougham stop in
front of the mansion, whereupon the gate opened, as if by
enchantment. The vehicle entered the courtyard, deposited its
occupants, and drove away. A second carriage soon appeared, then
a third, and then five or six in quick succession. "And does she
think I'll wear out my shoe-leather here, while everybody else is
allowed to enter?" he grumbled. "Never!--I've an idea." And,
without giving himself time for further deliberation, he returned
to his rooms, arrayed himself in evening-dress, and sent for his
carriage. "You will drive to No.--in the Rue de Berry," he said.
"There is a soiree there, and you can drive directly into the
courtyard." The coachman obeyed, and M. Wilkie realized that his
idea was really an excellent one.
As soon as he alighted, the doors were thrown open, and he
ascended a handsome staircase, heavily carpeted, and adorned with
flowers.
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