"Was it to hide the fact that she had not been taught to write that she sent the Queen a letter pages-long?
Who is this woman ?" And the finger he pointed at the girl quivered with the rage that filled him at this trick they had thought to put upon him.
Tressan sought refuge in offended dignity.

He drew himself up, threw back his head, and looked the Parisian fiercely in the eye.
"Since you take this tone with me, monsieur--" "I take with you--as with any man--the tone that to me seems best.

You miserable fool! As sure as you're a rogue this affair shall cost you your position.

You have waxed fat and sleek in your seneschalship; this easy life in Dauphiny appears to have been well suited to your health.
But as your paunch has grown, so, of a truth, have your brains dwindled, else had you never thought to cheat me quite so easily.
"Am I some lout who has spent his days herding swine, think you, that you could trick me into believing this creature to be Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye--this creature with the mien of a peasant, with a breath reeking of garlic like a third-rate eating-house, and the walk of a woman who has never known footgear until this moment?
Tell me, sir, for what manner of fool did you take me ?" The Seneschal stood with blanched face and gaping mouth, his fire all turned to ashes before the passion of this gaunt man.
Garnache paid no heed to him.

He stepped to the girl, and roughly raised her chin with his hand so that she was forced to look him in the face.
"What is your name, wench ?" he asked her.
"Margot," she blubbered, bursting into tears.
He dropped her chin, and turned away with a gesture of disgust.
"Get you gone," he bade her harshly.