"And all I did was to kiss the lass and compliment her cheeks.

There's a warning for you, lad." Breton looked aggrieved.

His master's gallantries never ceased to cause him secret unrest.
"Yesterday your quarterly remittance from Monsieur le Marquis, your father, arrived." "Was there a letter ?" with subdued eagerness.
"There was nothing but the gold, Monsieur," answered Breton, his eyes lowered.

How many times during the past four years had his master asked this question, always to receive the same answer?
The Chevalier's shoulders drooped.

"Who brought it ?" "Jehan," said the lackey.
"Had he anything to say ?" "Very little.