"He will pout more than I if you don't.

He is of a sullen nature." "Do you know the duke ?" asked Max, suspecting for the first time that Yolanda might be more intimate about the court than he had supposed.
"I have heard much of him from those who know him," answered Yolanda.
So the duke got Caesar.
The next morning Hymbercourt came to the inn to accompany us to the castle.

While we were sipping a mug of wine at a garden table, he said:-- "I do not want to be officious in your affairs, but I am convinced that it will be well for you to tell the duke who you are.

If you do not see fit to do so, it were wise in you to leave Burgundy at your earliest convenience." "I cannot leave within a month," said Max.

I knew the cause of his detention, and, ignoring his remark, turned to Hymbercourt:-- "Do you want to give the reasons for your advice ?" "Yes, I am quite willing," he answered, "but I would not have my words repeated." "Of that you may rest assured," I answered.
"If you do not tell the duke who you are," said Hymbercourt, "he will soon learn it from our Italian friends, who have the fiend's own energy in the pursuit of vengeance.