‘But my mother never is in fault,’ said Gaspard, throwing himself into my arms.

’Ah, there spoke thy loyal heart, and a Frenchman should have the same spirit towards his King.’

‘Yes,’ broke out Annora; ’that is what you are all trying to force on your children, setting up an idol to fall down and crush yourselves!  For shame, Walwyn, that you, an Englishman, should preach such a doctrine to the poor child!’

’Nay, you little Frondeuse, there is right and safety in making a child’s tongue pay respect to dignities.  He must separate the office from the man, or the child.’

All that could be done was that I should write a humble apology for my son.  Otherwise they told me he would certainly be taken from so dangerous a person, and such a dread always made me submissive to the bondage in which we were all held.

Was it not strange that a Queen who would with her own hands minister to the suffered in the hospital should be so utterly ignorant of her duties in bringing up the heir of the great kingdom?  Gaspard, who was much younger, could read well, write, and knew a little Latin and English, while the King and his brother were as untaught as peasants in the fields.  They could make the sign of the cross and say their prayers, and their manners could be perfect, but that was all.  They had no instruction, and their education was not begun.  I have the less hesitation in recording this, as the King has evidently regretted it, and has given first his son, then his grandsons, the most admirable masters, besides having taken great pains with himself.

I suppose the Spanish dislike to instruction dominated the Queen, and made her slow to inflict on her sons what she so much disliked, and she was of course perfectly ignorant of their misbehaviour.

I am sorry to say that Gaspard soon ceased to be shocked.  His aunt declared that he was becoming a loyal Frenchman who he showed off his Louvre manners by kicking the lackeys, pinching Armantine, and utterly refusing to learn his lessons for the Abbe, declaring that he was Monsieur le Marquis, and no one should interfere with him.  Once when he came home a day or two before me, he made himself quite intolerable to the whole house, by insisting on making Armantine and her little brother defend a fortress on the top of the stairs, which he attacked with the hard balls of silk and wool out of our work-baskets.  Annora tried to stop him, but only was kicked for her pains.  It was his hotel he said, and he was master there, and so he went on, though he had given poor Armantine a black eye, and broken two panes of glass, till his uncle came home, and came upon him with a stern ‘Gaspard.’  The boy began again with his being the Marquis and the master, but Eustace put him down at once.

’Thou mayst be Marquis, but thou art not master of this house, nor of thyself.  Thou art not even a gentleman while thou actest thus.  Go to thy room.  We will see what thy mother says to this.’