"I request the honor of paying my respects to Madame la Princesse." "At this hour, monsieur?" "What's that? 'at this hour'?" "Yes, it seems to me very late." "How dare you say that, villain?" "But, monsieur--" stammered the footman. "I no longer request, I demand," said Canolles, in a supremely haughty tone. "You demand? Only Madame la Princesse gives orders here." "The king gives orders everywhere. By the king's order!" The lackey shuddered and hung his head. "Pardon, monsieur," he said, trembling from head to foot, "but I am only a poor servant, and cannot take it upon myself to open Madame la Princesse's door; permit me to go and awaken a chamberlain." "Are the chamberlains accustomed to retire at eleven o'clock at the château of Chantilly?" "They hunted all day," faltered the footman. "In truth," muttered Canolles, "I must give them time to dress some one as a chamberlain. Very well," he added aloud; "go; I will wait." The footman started off on the run to carry the alarm through the château, where Pompée, terrified beyond measure by his unfortunate encounter, had already sown unspeakable dismay. Canolles, left to his own devices, pricked up his ears and opened his eyes. He heard much running to and fro in the salons and corridors; he saw by the light of expiring torches men armed with muskets taking their places at the angles of the stairways; on all sides he felt that the silence of stupefaction which reigned throughout the château a moment before was succeeded by a threatening murmur. Canolles put his hand to his whistle and drew near a window, whence he could see the dark mass of the trees, at the foot of which he had stationed the two hundred men he brought with him. "No," said he, "that would simply lead to a pitched battle, and that is not what I want. It's much better to wait; the worst that can happen to me by waiting is to be murdered, while if I act hastily I may ruin her." Canolles had no sooner come to the end of this reflection than the door opened and a new personage appeared upon the scene. "Madame la Princesse is not visible," said this personage, so hurriedly that he had not time to salute the gentleman; "she is in bed, and has given positive orders that no one be admitted." "Who are you?" said Canolles, eying the new-comer from head to foot. "And who taught you to speak to a gentleman with your hat on your head?" As he asked the question Canolles coolly removed the man's hat with the end of his cane. "Monsieur!" cried the latter, stepping back with dignity. "I asked you who you are." "I am--I am, as you can see by my uniform, captain of her Highness's guards." Canolles smiled. He had had time to scrutinize his interlocutor, and saw that he was dealing with some butler with a paunch as round as his bottles, some prosperous Vatel imprisoned in an official doublet, which, from lack of time, or superabundance of belly, was not properly secured.