"But, father, in the meantime are there no means of finding some help in this world?"
"Farewell, my son! A lady of the court is waiting for me."
The marquis almost fainted. He was treated after much the same manner by all his friends, and learned to know the world better in half a day than he had in all the rest of his life.
While thus plunged in overwhelming despair, he saw an old-fashioned traveling chaise, more like a covered tumbril than anything else, and furnished with leather curtains, followed by four enormous wagons, all heavily laden. In the chaise was a young man in rustic attire; his round and rubicund face had an air of kindness and good temper. His little wife, whose sunburnt countenance had a pleasing if not refined expression, was jolted about as she sat beside him; and since the vehicle did not go quite so fast as a dandy's chariot, the traveler had plenty of time to look at the marquis as he stood motionless, absorbed in his grief.
"Oh, good heavens!" he exclaimed, "I believe that is Jeannot there!"
Hearing that name, the marquis raised his eyes, and the chaise stopped.
"'Tis Jeannot himself! Yes, it is Jeannot!"
The fat little man sprang to the ground with a single leap, and ran to embrace his companion. Jeannot recognized Colin, shame showing in his face.
"You have forsaken your old friend," said Colin, "but be you as grand a lord as you like, I shall never cease to love you."
Jeannot, confounded and cut to the heart, amid sobs, told him something of his history.