Come, give him to me." "My wish is to keep him at home, monseigneur.

I have no longer anything in the world but him, and as long as he likes to remain--" "Well, well," replied the duke.

"I could, nevertheless, have soon put matters to rights again.

I assure you, I think he has in him the stuff of which marechals of France are made; I have seen more than one produced from less likely rough material." "That is very possible, monseigneur; but it is the king who makes marechals of France, and Raoul will never accept anything of the king." Raoul interrupted this conversation by his return.

He preceded Grimaud, whose still steady hands carried the plateau with one glass and a bottle of the duke's favorite wine.