La Trape uttered an exclamation of annoyance, and explained that he had not seen it before; that it had not been there five minutes earlier; and that he did not know how it came to be there now. "What is it?" I said, looking about for some pitcher that might; have overflowed; but finding none. "Is it milk?" "I don't know, your excellency," he answered. "But it shall be removed at once." "See that it is," I said. "Are the boughs in the fire-place fresh?" For the weather was still warm and we had not lit a fire. "Yes, your excellency; quite fresh." "Well, see to that, and remove it," I said, pointing to the mess. "It looks ill." And with that the matter passed from my mind; the more completely as I heard at that moment the sound of the King's approach, and went into the court-yard to receive him. He brought with him Roquelaure, de Vic, Erard the engineer, and some others, but none whom he did not know that I should be glad to receive. He dined well, and after dinner amused himself with seeing the young men ride at the ring, and even rode a course himself with his usual skill; that being, if I remember rightly, the last occasion on which I ever saw him take a lance. Before supper he walked for a time in the hall, with Sillery, for whom he had sent; and after supper, pronouncing himself tired, he dismissed all, and retired with me to his chamber. Here we had some talk on a subject that I greatly dreaded--I mean his infatuation for Madame de Conde; but about eleven o'clock he yawned, and, after thanking me for a reception which he said was quite to his mind, he bade me go to bed. I was half way to the door when he called me back. "Why, Grand Master," he said, pointing to the little table by the head of the bed on which his night drinks stood, "you might be going to drown me. Do you expect me to drink all these in the night?" "I think that there is only your posset, sire," I said, "and the lemon-water which you generally drink." "And two or three other things?" "Perhaps they have given your majesty some of the Arbois wine that you were good enough to--" "Tut-tut!" he said, lifting the cover of one of the cups. "This is not wine. It may be a milk-posset." "Yes, sire; very likely," I said drowsily. "But it is not!" he answered, when he had smelled it. "It is plain milk! Come, my friend," he continued, looking drolly at me, "have you turned leech, or I babe is arms that you put such strong liquors before me? However, to show you that I have some childish tastes left, and am not so depraved as you have been trying to make me out for the last hour--I will drink your health in it. It would serve you right if I made you pledge me in the same liquor!"