But he bowed again, and answered amiably enough.
The young man offered him a seat, assuring him that his mother would not keep him waiting long.

The page had already gone upon his errand.
Garnache took the proffered chair, and sank down with creak and jingle to warm himself at the fire.
"From what you have said, I gather that you are Monsieur Marius de Condillac," said he.

"I, as you may have heard me announced by your servant, am Martin Marie Rigobert de Garnache--at your service." "We have heard of you, Monsieur de Garnache," said the youth as he crossed his shapely legs of silken violet, and fingered the great pearl that depended from his ear.

"But we had thought that by now you would be on your way to Paris." "No doubt--with Margot," was the grim rejoinder.
But Marius either gathered no suggestion from its grimness, or did not know the name Garnache uttered, for he continued: "We understood that you were to escort Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye to Paris, to place her under the tutelage of the Queen-Regent.

I will not conceal from you that we were chagrined at the reflection cast upon Condillac; nevertheless, Her Majesty's word is law in Dauphiny as much as it is in Paris." "Quite as much, and I am relieved to hear you confess it," said Garnache drily, and he scanned more closely the face of this young man.