"I dare say, the night was stormy."
"What do you mean?" asked the duke, turning half round.
"I mean that the way you spent the night does not suit a man who makes appointments for seven in the morning."
"Did I appoint you for seven in the morning?"
"Yes, yesterday morning, before you went to St. Germains."
"It is true," said the regent.
"Monseigneur did not know that the night would be so fatiguing."
"Fatiguing! I left table at seven."
"And afterward?"
"Well! what afterward?"