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 red-faced, wearing a mustache and slight beard. His clothes were
evidently made by a first-rate tailor, but his appearance was utterly
commonplace. "This is my son," said the Duke, "the Marquis de Champdoce.
Marquis, let me introduce you to the Count de Puymandour." This was the
first time that his father had ever addressed Norbert by his title, and
he was greatly surprised. The great clock in the outer hall, which had
not been going for fifteen years, now struck, and instantly a butler
appeared, bearing a massive silver soup tureen, which he placed on the
table, announcing solemnly that his Grace was served, and the little
party at once seated themselves. A dinner in such a vast chamber would
have been rather dull had it not been enlivened by the amusing tales and
witty anecdotes of the Count de