You never can perceive yourself what figure you are making in the world: for when you think you are the admired of all eyes you may be displaying a fool; and when life seems prostrated in you it may be that you show as a monument on the heights. But I could not be mistaken in De Chaumont's opinion of me. He pointed his whip handle at me, exclaiming—
"What!—that scarecrow, madame?"
II
"But look at him," she urged.
"I recognize first," said De Chaumont as he sauntered, "an old robe of my own."
"His mother was reduced to coarse serge, I have been told."
"You speak of an august lady, my dear Eagle. But this is Chief Williams' boy. He has been at the hunting lodges every summer since I came into the wilderness. There you see his father, the half-breed Mohawk."
"I saw the dauphin in London, count. I was a little child, but his scarred ankles and wrists and forehead are not easily forgotten."
"The dauphin died in the Temple, Eagle."