“Did I? Very likely. After all, you do seem to remember more than I. I am sorry to be such a bad witness, but I really know nothing more about that particular episode.”
Evidently Louis had not the faintest idea that he had any claim on Gilbert’s gratitude, or else, for some reason, he had chosen to forget it. At any rate, there was no more to be got out of him, and Château-Foix abandoned the attempt.
“I shall not stay with you any longer,” said he. “You had better lie down and rest, had you not, if we are to start early to-morrow?”
Louis assented, and bent to pick up the shawl. “I am sorry,” he remarked in a casual tone, “that I was so uncivil just now. It is you who have a better right to be annoyed. You must have been horribly bored these last few days.”
“Oh no,” said the Marquis, “not bored!”
CHAPTER XXII
“MONSIEUR MILET”
“Ken ye wha supped Bessy’s haggies?
Ken ye wha dinner’d on our Bessy’s haggies?
Four good lords and three bonny ladies,
A’ to dinner on our Bessy’s haggies.