"If I consent to announce you, may I at least know whom to
announce, monsieur?"

"You will announce His Majesty Charles II., King of England,
Scotland, and Ireland."

The officer uttered a cry of astonishment, drew back, and
there might be seen upon his pallid countenance one of the
most poignant emotions that ever an energetic man endeavored
to drive back to his heart.

"Oh, yes, sire; in fact," said he, "I ought to have
recognized you."

"You have seen my portrait, then?"

"No, sire."

"Or else you have seen me formerly at court, before I was
driven from France?"

"No, sire, it is not even that."

"How then could you have recognized me, if you have never
seen my portrait or my person?"

"Sire, I saw his majesty your father at a terrible moment."

"The day ---- "