"No; on the contrary, I owe him fifty louis."
"Fifty louis! peste!" said the host, "what a pretty sum! Perhaps I was mistaken, and he said receive, not pay. Are you the Chevalier Gaston de Chanlay?"
"Does he expect the Chevalier Gaston de Chanlay?" said Dubois, with a joy he could not conceal.
"He told me so," said the host. "Is that you?"
"No; I am not noble. I am called Moutonnet."
"Nobility is nothing," said the host. "One may be called Moutonnet and be an honest man."
"Yes; Moutonnet, draper at St. Germain-en-Laye."
"And you have fifty louis for the captain?"
"Yes. In turning over some old accounts of my father's, I find he owed fifty louis to Captain la Jonquiere's father; and I have had no peace till, instead of the father, who is dead, I had found the son."
"Do you know there are not many debtors like you?"