Then, at last, in crisp, curt, ungracious tones, M.de Perrencourt spoke.
"I thank you, Monsieur le Duc," said he.

"I was sure that you would perceive your error soon.

This is not the lady you supposed, this is Mistress Quinton.

I desire to speak with her, pray give me leave." The King would not have spoken in this style to his pampered son, and the Duke of York himself dared not have done it.

But no touch of uneasiness or self-distrust appeared in M.de Perrencourt's smooth cutting speech.