Madame la Duchesse is equal to any _galimafre_,' said Eustacie,
demurely; at which the Duke laughed heartily, saying, 'It is not for the
family credit I fear, but for my own!'

'Nay, triumph makes everything be forgiven.'

'But not forgotten,' laughed the Duke. 'But, _allons_. Now for the
onset. We are already seen. The forces muster at the gateway.'

By the time the cavalcade were at the great paved archway into the
court, the Duchess stood at the great door, a grandson on either side,
and a great burly fresh-coloured gentleman behind her.

M. de Quinet was off his horse in a second, his head bare, his hand on
the royal rein, and signing to his eldest son to hold the stirrup; but,
before the boy had comprehended, Henry had sprung down, and was kissing
the old lady's hand, saying, 'Pardon, Madame! I trust to your goodness
for excusing this surprise from an old friend's son.'

Neither seeing nor caring for king or prince, the stranger gentleman at
the same moment pounced upon Eustacie and her little girl, crying aloud
in English, 'Here she is! My dear, I am glad to see you. Give her to
me, poor Berenger's little darling. Ah! she does not understand. Where's
Merrycourt?'

Just then there was another English exclamation, 'My father! Father!
dear father!' and Philip, flinging himself from the saddle, fell almost
prone on that broad breast, sobbing convulsively, while the eyes that,
as he truly boasted, had never wasted a tear on his enemies, were
streaming so fast that his father's welcome savoured of reproof: 'What's
all this? Before these French too.'

'Take care, father,' cried Berenger, leaping from his horse; 'he has an
ugly wound just where you are holding him.'

'Wounded! my poor boy. Look up.'

'Where is your room, sir?' said Berenger, seeing his hosts entirely
occupied with the King; and at once lifting the almost helpless Philip
like a little child in his strong arms, he followed Sir Marmaduke, who,
as if walking in his sleep, led the way up the great stone staircase
that led outside the house to the upper chambers.

After a short interval, the Duchess, in the plenitude of her glory at
entertaining her dear Queen's son, came up _en grande tenue_, leading
the King by the hand, the Duke walking backwards in front, and his two
sons each holding a big wax candle on either side.

'Here, Sire, is the chamber where the excellent Queen did me the honour
to repose herself.'

The Duke swung open the door of th