"M'sieu, eet ees zat my mastaire 'e ees wiz hees barbier. Eef m'sieu would come up to ze chamber of my mastaire?"
Sir Maurice smiled.
"Assurément. Vous allez marcher en tête?"
François' face broke into a delighted smile.
"Ah, m'sieur parle Français! Si m'sieur veut me suivre?"
"M'sieur veut bien," nodded Sir Maurice. He followed François upstairs to Philip's luxurious bedroom. François put forward a chair.
"M'sieur will be graciously pleased to seat himself? M'sieur Philippe will come very soon. It is the visit of the barber, you understand."
"A serious matter," agreed Sir Maurice.
"M'sieur understands well. Me, I am valet of M'sieur Philippe."
"I had guessed it. You are François?"