Bressant

The old gentleman nodded his head, "It is known by that name, sir!" said

he.

With the almost impatient quickness which marked every thing he did--a

quickness which did not seem in any way allied to slovenliness or

inaccuracy, however--the young man pushed through the gate, which

protested loudly against such rough usage, and walked hastily up to the

porch-steps. He paused a moment ere ascending.

"Are you Professor Valeyon?" he asked.

Again the professor bowed his head in assent. "And are you--?" began

he.

The young man sprang up the steps, and grasping the other's

half-extended hand, gave it a brief, hard shake.

"I'm Bressant," said he.