"Lives there a Parisian to whom you are not known?
I have seen you often at the Hotel de Bourgogne." Garnache acknowledged the courtesy by a slight inclination of the head.
"And once," continued the other, "I had the honour to be presented to you by Monsieur le Duc himself.

My name is Gaubert--Fabre Gaubert." And as he introduced himself he rose out of respect for Garnache, who had remained standing.

Garnache knew him not at all, yet never doubted that his tale was true; the fellow had a very courtly, winning air; moreover, Garnache was beginning to feel lonely in the wilds of Dauphiny, so that it rejoiced him to come into the company of one whom he might regard as something of a fellow-creature.

He held out his hand.
"I am honoured in that you should have borne me in your memory, monsieur," said he.

He was about to add that he would be overjoyed if it should happen that Monsieur Gaubert was travelling to Paris, since he might give himself the pleasure of his company on that tedious journey; but he checked himself betimes.