The notary's nose;

i66 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
don't abuse it. Go and make your excuses to the Marquise, read your contract
to us, and then good-night."
"Why egscushesh? Why good-night?
You sheem to think I'b been doing shomething shtupid. Goodnesh gracioush!"
The Marquis made no reply, but made
a sign to the servants who were moving
about the parlor. The outer door was
opened, and a voice was heard calling in
the hall:
" M. l'Ambert's carriage!"
Astonished, confused, half out of his
mind, the poor notary went out, bowing,
and soon found himself in his carriage, without knowing why or how. He rubbed
his forehead, tore his hair, and pinched
his arm, to wake himself up, thinking it
likely that he had been the victim of a bad
dream. But no; he was not sleeping. He
looked at his watch, read the names of the
streets by the lamps, and recognized the