What she says, she does." "And what the Queen says her loyal servants do," was Garnache's rejoinder, in a withering tone.

"I think there is nothing more to be said, monsieur," he added.

"By this time to-morrow I shall expect to receive from you, here, the charge of Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye.

A demain, donc, Monsieur le Seneschal." And with another bow the man from Paris drew himself erect, turned on his heel, and went jingling and creaking from the room.
The Lord Seneschal sank back in his chair, and wondered to himself whether to die might not prove an easy way out of the horrid situation into which chance and his ill-starred tenderness for the Dowager of Condillac had thrust him.
At his desk sat his secretary, who had been a witness of the interview, lost in wonder almost as great as the Seneschal's own.
For an hour Tressan remained where he was, deep in thought and gnawing at his beard.

Then with a sudden burst of passion, expressed in a round oath or two, he rose, and called for his horse that he might ride to Condillac..