"Of whom?" I cried, astonished. "Of Mademoiselle D'Oyley, her Majesty's maid of honour." "Not I, i'faith!" I said, drily. "I am no squire of dames, to say nothing of maids!" "But his Majesty--" "If he has sent that message," I replied, "has yet something to learn--that I do not interest myself in maids of honour or such frailties." The man smiled. "I do not think," he began, "that it was his Majesty--" "Sent the message?" I said. "No, but the Queen, I suppose." On this he gave me to understand, in the sly, secretive manner such men affect, that it was so. I asked him then what all this ferment was about. "Has Mademoiselle D'Oyley disappeared?" I said, peevishly. "Yes, your excellency. She was with the Queen at eight o'clock. At noon her Majesty desired her services, and she was not to be found." "What?" I exclaimed. "A maid of honour is missing for three hours in the morning, and there is all this travelling! Why, in my young days, three nights might have--" But discerning that he was little more than a youth, and could not; restrain a smile, I broke off discreetly, and contented myself with asking if there was reason to suppose that there was more than appeared in the girl's absence. "Her Majesty thinks so," he answered. "Well, in any case, I know nothing about it," I replied. "I am not hiding her. You may tell his Majesty that, with my service. Or I will write it." He answered me, eagerly, that that was not necessary, and that the King had desired merely a word from me; and with that and many other expressions of regret, he went away and left me at leisure to go to the riding-school, where at this time of the year it was my wont to see the young men practise those manly arts, which, so far as I can judge, are at a lower ebb in these modern days of quips and quodlibets than in the stirring times of my youth. Then, thank God, it was held more necessary for a page to know his seven points of horsemanship than how to tie a ribbon, or prank a gown, or read a primer. But the first day of this year was destined to be a day of vexation. I had scarcely entered the school, when M. de Varennes was announced. Instead of going to meet him I bade them bring him to me, and, on seeing him, bade him welcome to the sports. "Though," I said, politely overlooking his past history and his origin, "we did better in our times; yet the young fellows should be encouraged." "Very true," he answered, suavely. "And I wish I could stay with you. But it was not for pleasure I came. The King sent me. He desires to know--" "What?" I said. "If you know anything of Mademoiselle D'Oyley. Between ourselves, M. le Duc--" I looked at him in amazement. "Why," I said, "what on earth has the girl done now?" "Disappeared," he answered. "But she had done that before." "Yes," he said, "and the King had your message. But--" "But what?" I said sternly. "He thought that you might wish to supplement it for his private use."