“My master, the Baron de Proballe, desires to know if it is convenient for him to wait upon you, miladi?”
“My uncle? Certainly. Where is he?”
“At present in his apartments, miladi.”
“Tell him I will see him at once.”
“I am miladi’s most humble servant,” was the reply with another deep bow, as he went.
“What a loathsome snake is that Master Dauban,” exclaimed Lucette, looking after him.
“My uncle says he is a very honest fellow and as faithful as a man can be.”
“I should need a higher character than that,” said Lucette with another very expressive shrug.
“The Baron de Proballe is my uncle, Lucette,” replied Gabrielle in a tone of reproach, as she rose to go into the house. And Lucette, by way of reply, turned her head away with a toss and made a grimace to herself as she bent over her wheel.