"And the name?" asked Chavernay.
Choisy plucked him impatiently by the sleeve. "Don’t you see that the humpbacked fool is making game of us?"
Æsop shrugged his shoulders. "As you please, sirs, as you please; but that is why the guards are doubled."
He turned on his heel, and walked leisurely away from the two groups of gentlemen. The elders, having little in common with Gonzague’s friends, followed his example, and drifted off together, talking to one another in a low voice of the gallant gentleman whose name had suddenly been recalled to their memories at that moment. Gonzague’s gang stared at one another, feeling vaguely discomfited.
"The man is mad," said Gironne.
"There seems a method in his madness," said Chavernay, dryly.
Albret interrupted them. "Here comes his majesty."
"And, as I live, with the Princess de Gonzague!" Montaubert cried, amazed.
Oriol elevated his fat palms. "Wonders will never cease!"