Himself the soul of honour, he believed others to be equally honourable, and so suffered himself to become mixed up in plots and conspiracies, and to be drawn on into an enterprise wholly foreign to his nature.
"I will take you at once to the duchess, but I see that you are quite unfit to walk.

Sit down, I beg you, until I get a chair for you." Three or four minutes later four lackeys came with a carrying chair, and Hector was taken upstairs to the duchess's apartments.
"This is the gentleman of whom Turenne has written to me, and doubtless, as I see by that letter upon the table, to you also.

He has been a good deal damaged, having been ridden over by a squadron of Prince Thomas's horsemen, and needs quiet and rest." "Turenne has told me all about it," the duchess said.

"I welcome you very heartily, monsieur.

My brother says that he has great affection for you, and believes you will some day become a master in the art of war.
He says you have rendered him most valuable services, which is strange indeed, seeing that you are as yet very young." "I was sixteen the other day, madam." "Only sixteen, and already a captain!" she exclaimed.
"I was made a captain nine months ago," he said, "for a little service that I performed to his satisfaction." "Turenne would not have promoted you unless it had been an important service, I am sure," she said with a smile.