"Idiot!"
"But, monseigneur, I do not study genealogies. I am an unworthy plebeian."
"A truce to this folly."
"Diable! it seems monseigneur is in earnest about these Livrys. Are you going to give the order to one of them? because, in that case, I will try and find a noble origin."
"Go to the devil, and send me Nocé."
Dubois smiled, and went out.
Nocé quickly appeared. He was a man about forty, distinguished-looking, tall, handsome, cold and witty, one of the regent's most faithful and favorite friends.
"Monseigneur sent for me."
"Ah, Nocé, good-day."
"Can I serve your royal highness in anything?"