The young gentleman then commenced in the jargon of heraldry to blazon his own pretended arms, and I felt much inclined to burst into laughter, partly because I did not understand a word he said, and partly because he seemed to think the matter as important as would a country squire with his thirty-two quarters. However, I was delighted to see his dexterity in penmanship, which was undoubtedly very great, and I expressed my satisfaction to Viar, who soon left us to ourselves. We proceeded into the garden. “Will you kindly inform me,” I said, “how you can be so foolish as to call yourself the Comte d’Aranda?” He replied, with the utmost calmness, “I know it is foolish, but leave me my title; it is of service to me here and gains me respect.” “It is an imposition I cannot wink at, as it may be fraught with serious results, and may do harm to both of us. I should not have thought that at your age you would be capable of such a knavish trick. I know you did it out of stupidity, but after a certain limit stupidity becomes criminal; and I cannot see how I am to remedy your fault without disgracing you in the eyes of Madame d’Urfe.” I kept on scolding him till he burst into tears, saying, “I had rather the shame of being sent back to my mother than the shame of confessing to Madame d’Urfe that I had imposed on her; and I could not bear to stay here if I had to give up my name.” Seeing that I could do nothing with him, unless, indeed, I sent him to some place far removed from Paris under his proper name, I told him to take comfort as I would try and do the best I could for both of us. “And now tell me--and take care to tell the truth--what sort of feelings does Viar’s daughter entertain for you?” “I think, papa, that this is a case in which the reserve commended by yourself, as well as by mother, would be appropriate.” “Yes, that sort of answer tells me a good deal, but I think you are rather too knowing for your age. And you may as well observe that when you are called upon for a confession, reserve is out of place, and it’s a confession I require from you.” “Well, papa, Viar’s daughter is very fond of me, and she shews her love in all sorts of ways.” “And do you love her?” “Oh, yes!” “Is she much with you in the morning?” “She is with me the whole day.” “She is present when you go to bed?” “Yes, she helps me to undress.” “Nothing else?” “I do not care to tell you.” I was astonished at the measured way in which he answered me, and as I had heard enough to guess that the boy and girl were very good friends indeed, I contented myself with warning him to take care of his health, and with this I left him.