"Consider, Sire," interposed Madame d'Etampes, "that you thereby, for no motive, deprive a nobleman, and one devoted to my service, of property appertaining to his office." Benvenuto glanced at her, and for the second time Anne lowered her eyes beneath that steady, piercing gaze. Cellini rejoined, with the same naïve good faith with which he had described the supernatural apparitions:-- "I, too, am of noble birth, madame; my family descends from a gallant officer, who held high rank under Julius Cæsar,--one Fiorino, of Cellino, near Montefiascone,--and who gave his name to Florence; while your provost and his ancestors, if my memory serves me, have never given their name to anything. However," continued Benvenuto, turning to François, and changing his expression and his tone, "it may be that I have made too hold it may be that I shall incur the hatred of powerful and influential persons, who, despite your Majesty's protection, may prove too strong for me at last. The Provost of Paris is said to have something very like an army at his orders." "I have been told," the king interrupted, "that on a certain day, at Rome, one Cellini, a goldsmith, retained, in default of payment therefor, a silver vase ordered by Monsieur Farnese, then cardinal, and to-day Pope." "It is true, Sire." "Furthermore, that the cardinal's whole household stormed the goldsmith's studio, sword in hand, with the design of carrying away the vase by force." "That, too, is true." "But this Cellini, in ambush behind the door, armed with his carbine, did defend himself so valorously that he put Monseigneur le Cardinal's people to flight; and was paid by the cardinal on the following day." "All that, Sire, is strictly true." "Very good! are not you the Cellini in question?" "Yes, Sire; let your Majesty but continue to bestow your favor upon me and nothing has any power to terrify me." "In that case, go straight before you," said the king, smiling in his beard; "go where you will, since you are of noble blood." Madame d'Etampes said no more, but she registered a mental vow of deadly hatred to Cellini from that moment,--the hatred of an offended woman.