"Did you not wish some one to go to the Louvre?"
"Yes; but it was Panurge."
"Oh! stupid that I am," cried Borromée, "I understood it to be Jacques."
Chicot frowned, but Borromée appeared so sorry that it was impossible to say much.
"I will wait, then," said he, "till Jacques returns."
Borromée bowed, frowning in his turn. "Apropos," said he, "I forgot to announce to your reverence that the unknown lady has arrived and desires to speak to you."
"Is she alone?" asked Gorenflot.
"No; she has a squire with her."
"Is she young?"
Borromée lowered his eyes. "She seems so," said he.