"He is called M. de Perrencourt," the Count replied, "and is related remotely to the lady whom you saw with Madame." I was disappointed, or rather checked. Was M. de Perrencourt so important that they wrote _Il vient_ about him and sent the tidings to London? After some time, when we were already coming near to shore, I observed Madame leave the King and go walking to and fro on the deck in company with Monmouth. He was very merry and she was very gracious; I amused myself with watching so handsome and well-matched a pair. I did not wonder that my Duke was in a mighty good temper, for, even had she been no Princess, her company was such as would please a man's pride and content his fancy. So I leant against the mast, thinking it a pity that they troubled their pretty heads with Dutch wars and the like tiresome matters, and were not content to ornament the world, leaving its rule to others. But presently I saw the Duke point towards me, and Madame's glance follow his finger; he talked to her again and both laughed. Then, just as we came by the landing-stage, she laid her hand on his arm, as though in command. He laughed again, shrugging his shoulders, then raised his hand and beckoned to me. Now I, while watching, had been most diligent in seeming not to watch, and it needed a second and unmistakable signal from his Grace before I hastened up, hat in hand. Madame was laughing, and, as I came, I heard her say, "Yes, but I will speak to him." The Duke, with another shrug, bade me come near, and in due form presented me. She gave me her hand to kiss, saying with a smile that showed her white teeth, "Sir, I asked to be shown the most honest man in Dover, and my cousin Monmouth has brought you to me." I perceived that Monmouth, seeking how to entertain her, had not scrupled to press me into his service. This I could not resent, and since I saw that she was not too dull to be answered in the spirit of her address, I made her a low bow and said: "His Grace, Madame, conceived you to mean in Dover Castle. The townsmen, I believe, are very honest." "And you, though the most honest in the Castle, are not very honest?" "I take what I find, Madame," I answered. "So M. Colbert tells me," she said with a swift glance at me. "Yet it's not always worth taking." "I keep it, in case it should become so," I answered, for I guessed that Colbert had told her of my encounter with M. de Fontelles; if that were so, she might have a curiosity to see me without the added inducement of Monmouth's malicious stories. "Not if it be a secret? No man keeps that," she cried. "He may, if he be not in love, Madame." "But are you that monster, Mr Dale?" said she. "Shame on the ladies of my native land! Yet I'm glad! For, if you're not in love, you'll be more ready to serve me, perhaps." "Mr Dale, Madame, is not incapable of falling in love," said Monmouth with a bow. "Don't try his virtue too much." "He shall fall in love then with Louise," she cried.