“For Paris.”
“Paris, monsieur?”
“Is not the king at Paris?”
“Certainly.”
“Well, ought we not to go there?”
“Yes, monsieur,” said Raoul, almost alarmed by this kind condescension. “I do not ask you to put yourself to such inconvenience, and a letter merely——”
“You mistake my position, Raoul; it is not respectful that a simple gentleman, such as I am, should write to his sovereign. I wish to speak, I ought to speak, to the king, and I will do so. We will go together, Raoul.”
“You overpower me with your kindness, monsieur.”
“How do you think his majesty is affected?”
“Towards me, monsieur?”