Madame, having embraced her kinsmen, presented the lady to His Majesty by the name of Mademoiselle Louise Renee de Perrencourt de Querouaille (the name was much shortened by our common folk in later days), and the King kissed her hand, saying that he was rejoiced to see her--as indeed he seemed to be, if a man might judge by the time he spent in looking at her, and the carelessness with which he greeted the others in attendance on Madame.
"And these are all who come with you, sister ?" he asked.
She answered him clearly, almost loudly: "Except a gentleman who is to join me from Calais to-morrow, with messages from the King." I heard no more, being forced to move away and leave the royal group alone.

I had closely examined all who came.

For in the presence of Madame I read _Je viens_, in our King's, _Tu viens_; but I saw none whose coming would make the tidings _Il vient_ worthy of a special messenger to London.

But there was a gentleman to arrive from Calais.

I had enough curiosity to ask M.le Comte d'Albon, who (with his wife) accompanied Madame and stood by me on deck as we returned to land, who this gentleman might be.
"He is called M.de Perrencourt," the Count replied, "and is related remotely to the lady whom you saw with Madame." I was disappointed, or rather checked.