He stopped before the Chevalier's cabin and knocked.

The sound of his knuckles was as thunder in his ears.

Breton opened the door, rubbing his eyes.
"Your master, my lad, has sent me for his grey cloak.

Will you give it to me to carry to him ?" "The grey cloak ?" repeated Breton, greatly astonished.
"Yes.

Be quick about it, as your master complains of the cold." "Why, Monsieur Paul has not touched the grey cloak.