"A boy."
"Do you remember the boy well?"
"I remember him perfectly."
The wailing in the cabin became louder and turned to insistent animal howls. Instead of a babe the imprisoned creature was evidently a dog. I wondered that the potter did not let him out to warm his hide at the fire.
"Did you ever see the boy again?"
"I did not see him again until he was brought to Count de Chaumont's house last summer."
"Why to De Chaumont? Le Ray de Chaumont is not one of us. He is of the new nobility. His chateau near Blois was bought by his grandfather, and he takes his name from the estate. I have heard he is in favor with Bonaparte."
"Even we of the old nobility, prince, may be reduced to seek favor of Bonaparte."
"Heaven forbid, madame. I say nothing against him; though I could say much."
"Say nothing against Count de Chaumont. Count de Chaumont befriends all emigrés."