M.Malicorne, you shall have the post you want, or I will forfeit my name." "Ah! monsieur le comte, what a debt of gratitude shall I not owe you ?" said Malicorne, transported.
"Let us go to the prince, my dear M.Malicorne." And De Guiche proceeded toward the door, desiring Malicorne to follow him.

At the very moment they were about to cross the threshold, a young man appeared on the other side.

He was from twenty-four to twenty-five years of age, of pale complexion, bright eyes and brown hair and eyebrows.

"Good-day," said he, suddenly, almost pushing De Guiche back into the courtyard again.
"Is that you, De Wardes ?--What! and booted, spurred and whip in hand, too ?" "The most befitting costume for a man about to set off for Le Havre.
There will be no one left in Paris to-morrow." And hereupon he saluted Malicorne with great ceremony, whose handsome dress gave him the appearance of a prince.
"M.

Malicorne," said De Guiche to his friend.