The man stood leaning on a long staff.
"I asked you where you were going? he repeated.
"In the first place, tell me where I am," was the reply, uttered in tones of almost haughty composure.
And the man answered,—
"You are in the seigneury of Tanis, of which I am the beggar and you the lord."
"I?"
"Yes, you,—monsieur le marquis de Lantenac."