"What are you doing here, d'Emboise? Is this a joke?"
D'Emboise was standing before him, dressed as a Breton fisherman, in a dirty jacket and breeches, torn, patched and many sizes too large for him.
The duke seemed dumbfounded. He stared with eyes of amazement at that face which he knew and which, at the same time, roused memories of a very distant past within his brain. Then he strode abruptly to one of the windows overlooking the castle-terrace and called:
"Angélique!"
"What is it, father?" she asked, coming forward.
"Where's your husband?"
"Over there, father," said Angélique, pointing to d'Emboise, who was smoking a cigarette and reading, some way off.
The duke stumbled and fell into a chair, with a great shudder of fright:
"Oh, I shall go mad!"
But the man in the fisherman's garb knelt down before him and said: