"Not at all. I dreamed that monseigneur started the stag at Le Treillage, and that the animal, after some battling, worthy of a stag of high birth, was taken at Chambourcy." "So far, your dream resembles the truth; continue, abbe." "After which, monseigneur returned to St. Germains, sat down to table at half-past five, and ordered that the carriage without arms should be prepared and harnessed, with four horses, at half-past seven." "Not bad, abbe, not bad; go on." "At half-past seven, monseigneur dismissed every one except Lafare, with whom he entered the carriage. Am I right?" "Go on; go on." "The carriage went toward Rambouillet, and arrived there at a quarter to ten, but at the entrance of the town it stopped, Lafare went on in the carriage to the Tigre-Royal, monseigneur following as an outrider." "Here your dream becomes confused, abbe." "No, no, not at all." "Continue, then." "Well, while Lafare pretended to eat a bad supper, which was served by waiters who called him Excellency, monseigneur gave his horse to a page and went to a little pavilion." "Demon, where were you hidden?" "I, monseigneur, have not left the Palais Royal, where I slept like a dormouse, and the proof is, that I am telling you my dream." "And what was there in the pavilion?" "First, at the door, a horrible duenna, tall, thin, dry, and yellow." "Dubois, I will recommend you to Desroches, and the first time she sees you, she will tear your eyes out." "Then inside, mon Dieu! inside." "You could not see that, even in a dream, abbe." "Monseigneur, you may take away the 300,000 francs which you allow me for my secret police, if--by their aid--I did not see into the interior." "Well, what did you see?" "Ma foi, monseigneur, a charming little Bretonne, sixteen or seventeen years old, beautiful, coming direct from the Augustine convent at Clisson, accompanied to Rambouillet by one of the sisters, whose troublesome presence was soon dispensed with, was it not?" "Dubois, I have often thought you were the devil, who has taken the form of an abbe to ruin me." "To save you, monseigneur, to save you." "To save me; I do not believe it." "Well," said Dubois, "are you pleased with her?" "Enchanted, Dubois; she is charming." "Well, you have brought her from so far, that if she were not, you would be quite cheated." The regent frowned, but, reflecting that probably Dubois did not know the rest, the frown changed to a smile. "Dubois," said he, "certainly, you are a great man." "Ah, monseigneur, no one but you doubts it, and yet you disgrace me--" "Disgrace you!" "Yes, you hide your loves from me." "Come, do not be vexed, Dubois." "There is reason, however, you must confess, monseigneur." "Why?" "Why did you not tell me you wanted a Bretonne. Could not I have sent for one?" "Yes." "Yes, of course I could." "As good?" "Yes, and better. You think you have found a treasure, perhaps?" "Hola, hola!"