He paused a moment, and this time his eyes avoided the Marquise's.

At last, taking a step forward, "Knave," said he, "I do not know you." "You know me well enough.

You have heard my name.

I am Martin Marie Rigobert de Garnache, Her Majesty's emissary into Dauphiny to procure the enlargement of Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye from the Chateau de Condillac, where she is detained by force and for the serving of unscrupulous ends.

Now you know me and my quality." The Dowager stamped her foot.
"Fetch him out!" she commanded harshly.
"Hear me first, Monsieur le Seneschal, or it will be the worse for you." And the Seneschal, moved by that confident promise of evil, threw himself before the men-at-arms.
"A moment, I beseech you, Marquise," he cried, and the men, seeing his earnestness and knowing his quality, stood undecided, buffeted as they were between his will and the Marquise's.