"Mademoiselle Catharine …"
"Has that woman been here again?"
"Yes, Monsieur."
"You attended her down the stairs?"
"I did, but she behaved coarsely and threatened not to cease coming until you had established her in the millinery."
The Chevalier roared with laughter. "And all I did was to kiss the lass and compliment her cheeks. There's a warning for you, lad."
Breton looked aggrieved. His master's gallantries never ceased to cause him secret unrest.
"Yesterday your quarterly remittance from Monsieur le Marquis, your father, arrived."
"Was there a letter?" with subdued eagerness.
"There was nothing but the gold, Monsieur," answered Breton, his eyes lowered. How many times during the past four years had his master asked this question, always to receive the same answer?