Then the duke says:
? ? ? ? "You are what?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, my friend, it is too true- your eyes is lookin' at this very moment on the pore disappeared Dauphin, Looy the Seventeen, son of Looy the Sixteen and Marry Antonette."
? ? ? ? "You! At your age! No! You mean you're the late Charlemagne; you must be six or seven hundred years old, at the very least."
? ? ? ? "Trouble has done it, Bilgewater, trouble has done it; trouble has brung these gray hairs and this premature balditude. Yes, gentlemen, you see before you, in blue jeans and misery, the wanderin' exiled, trampled-on and sufferin' rightful King of France."
? ? ? ? Well, he cried and took on so, that me and Jim didn't know hardly what to do, we was so sorry- and so glad and proud we'd got him with us, too. So we set in, like we done before with the duke, and tried to comfort him. But he said it warn't no use, nothing but to be dead and done with it all could do him any good; though he said it often made him feel easier and better for a while if people treated him according to his rights, and got down on one knee to speak to him, and always called him "Your Majesty," and waited on him first at meals, and didn't set down in his presence till he asked them.
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