"Yes, m'sieur. M'sieur Philippe must have everything just as he likes it."
At that moment Philip walked in, wrapped in a gorgeous silk robe, and looking thunderous. When he saw his father his brow cleared.
"You, sir? Have you waited long?"
"No, only ten minutes or so. Have you strangled the tailor?"
Philip laughed.
"De près! François, I will be alone with M'sieur."
François bowed. He went out with his usual hurried gait.
Philip sat down before his dressing-table.
"What do you think of the incomparable François?" he asked.
"He startled me at first," smiled Sir Maurice. "A droll little creature."