“Is it a boy or a girl?” the Duc asked.
“A boy. Monsieur le Duc. We thought, if you don’t think it an impertinence, we’d give him your name.”
“I should be delighted,” the Duc smiled. “Of course I must be his Godfather and give him his first golden Louis so he can start saving.”
The farmer was overcome with delight.
Celita asked if she could see the baby and he took her into his wife’s room and Celita found that she was quite a young woman. They had been married nearly two years before their first child had arrived.
She was nursing the baby in bed and she handed him proudly to Celita, who saw that he was an attractive little boy.
He looked rather like one of the cherubs painted on the ceilings of the Chapel and he already had a few little curls of dark hair.
Celita took him into her
