Chauvelin, immediately the Prince entered, had stepped forward, expecting this introduction. He bowed very low, whilst the Prince returned his salute with a curt nod of the head.
“Monsieur,” said His Royal Highness coldly, “we will try to forget the government that sent you, and look upon you merely as our guest—a private gentleman from France. As such you are welcome, Monsieur.”
“Monseigneur,” rejoined Chauvelin, bowing once again. “Madame,” he added, bowing ceremoniously before Marguerite.
“Ah! my little Chauvelin!” she said with unconcerned gaiety, and extending her tiny hand to him. “Monsieur and I are old friends, your Royal Highness.”
“Ah, then,” said the Prince, this time very graciously, “you are doubly welcome, Monsieur.”
“There is someone else I would crave permission to present to your Royal Highness,” here interposed Lord Grenville.
“Ah! who is it?” asked the Prince.
“Madame la Comtesse de Tournay de Basserive and her family, who have but recently come from France.”
“By all means!—They are among the lucky ones then!”
Lord Grenville turned in search of the Comtesse, who sat at the further end of the room.