"But, privately--between you and him--what did he do?
Answer!" "Alas! my lord, he sent to me four cavaliers, who gave me the horse with which you just now saw me come back.

These cavaliers conducted me, in great haste, to the little port of Tenby, threw me, rather than embarked me, into a fishing-boat, about to sail for Brittany, and here I am." "Oh!" sighed the young man, clasping his neck convulsively with his hand, and with a sob.

"Parry, is that all ?--is that all ?" "Yes, my lord; that is all." After this brief reply ensued a long interval of silence, broken only by the convulsive beating of the heel of the young man on the floor.
The old man endeavored to change the conversation; it was leading to thoughts much too sinister.
"My lord," said he, "what is the meaning of all the noise which preceded me?
What are these people crying 'Vive le Roi!' for?
What king do they mean?
and what are all these lights for ?" "Ah! Parry," replied the young man ironically, "don't you know that this is the King of France visiting his good city of Blois?
All those trumpets are his, all those gilded housings are his, all those gentlemen wear swords that are his.

His mother precedes him in a carriage magnificently encrusted with silver and gold.

Happy mother! His minister heaps up millions, and conducts him to a rich bride.