"Perhaps you may," answered he; "and as a commencement you must entirely forget the past. Daylight dispels the hideous visions of the night. I offer you a fresh lease of life; will you become a new man?"
Paul heaved a deep sigh. "Rose," he murmured; "I cannot forget her."
Mascarin frowned. "What," said he, "do you still let your thoughts dwell on that woman? There are people who cringe to the hand that strikes them, and the more they are duped and deceived, the more they love. If you are made of this kind of stuff, we shall never get on. Go and find your faithless mistress, and beg her to come back and share your poverty, and see what she will say."
These sarcasms roused Paul. "I will be even with her some day," muttered he.
"Forget her; that is the easiest thing for you to do."
Even now Paul seemed to hesitate. "What," said his patron reproachfully, "have you no pride?"
"You have not, or you would never wish to hamper yourself with a woman like Rose. You should keep your hands free, if you want to fight your way through the battle of life."
"I will follow your advice, sir," said Paul hurriedly.