Hence while a man might count ten I stood staring; and the king was the first to speak.

'We have made no mistake, Du Mornay, have we ?' he said, casting a laughing glance at me.
'No, sire,' Du Mornay answered.

'This is the Sieur de Marsac, the gentleman whom I mentioned to you.' I hastened, confused, wondering, and with a hundred apologies, to pay my respects to the king.

He speedily cut me short, however, saying, with an air of much kindness, 'Of Marsac, in Brittany, I think, sir ?' 'The same, sire,' 'Then you are of the family of Bonne ?' 'I am the last survivor of that family, sire,' I answered respectfully.
'It has played its part,' he rejoined, and therewith he took his seat on my stool with an easy grace which charmed me.

'Your motto is "BONNE FOI," is it not?
And Marsac, if I remember rightly, is not far from Rennes, on the Vilaine ?' I answered that it was, adding, with a full heart, that it grieved me to be compelled to receive so great a prince in so poor a lodging.
'Well, I confess,' Du Mornay struck in, looking carelessly round him, 'you have a queer taste, M.de Marsac, in the arrangement of your furniture.