At last I turned and motioned my attendant to come forward.
“What is your name?” I asked, noting his intelligent face.
“Bertin, monsieur.”
“You left your master in good health, I trust?”
“In excellent health, monsieur.”
“And your mistress?”
“She also, monsieur. I have never seen her looking better.”
“Let me see,” I went on, “Madame de Benseval is dead, is she not?”
“Oh, these many years, monsieur.”
“There was only one child?”