“And which you will not forget to remember?” inquired Malicorne, smiling.
“Nothing will delight me more, monsieur.”
“But I am not the king’s friend; I am simply his attendant.”
“Yes; and if you imagine that that staircase is as good as a dukedom for myself, I think there will certainly be letters of nobility at the top of it for you.”
Malicorne bowed.
“All I have to do now,” said Saint-Aignan, “is to move as soon as possible.”
“I do not think the king will object to it. Ask his permission, however.”
“I will go and see him this very moment.”
“And I will run and get the carpenter I was speaking of.”
“When will he be here?”