Now, as you are not actually in the service of the king or M.de Beaufort, and are simply a volunteer, you must not reckon upon either pay or largesse.

But I should not like you to want for anything at Gigelli.

Here are two hundred pistoles; if you would please me, Raoul, spend them." Raoul pressed the hand of his father, and, at the turning of a street, they saw M.de Beaufort, mounted on a magnificent white _genet_, which responded by graceful curvets to the applause of the women of the city.
The duke called Raoul, and held out his hand to the comte.

He spoke to him for some time, with such a kindly expression that the heart of the poor father even felt a little comforted.

It was, however, evident to both father and son that their walk amounted to nothing less than a punishment.