“But what does it mean, sir?” she whispered.
“It means,” said I, “that the duke takes me for the dismissed groom—and has re-engaged me.”
“And you’ve come?” she cried softly, clasping her hands in amazement.
“Doesn’t it appear so?”
“And you’re going to stay, sir?”
“Ah, that’s another matter. But—for the moment, yes.”
“As a servant?”
“Why not—in such good company?”
“Does madame know?”
“Yes, she knows, Suzanne. Come, show me the way to my quarters; and no more ‘sir’ just now.”