Neither was Madame.

Being thirsty, he proceeded to the dining hall.

Fadette, the maid, was laying the silver.
"Ah, the `pantry maid,'" he thought.

"Good day, Fadette." "Does Monsieur wish for something ?" "A glass of water.

Thanks!" She retreated and kept her eyes lowered.
"Fadette, you are charming.