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〃I don't know his name；〃 La Trape answered。 〃He was a Spaniard。〃
〃Well？〃
〃Who wanted to have an audience of your excellency。〃
〃Ho！〃 I said drily。 〃Now I understand。 Bring me your book。 Or； tell me； what have you charged me for these balls？〃
〃Two francs；〃 he muttered reluctantly。
〃And never gave a sou； I'll swear！〃 I retorted。 〃You took the poor devil's balls； and left him at the gate！ Ay； it is rogues like you get me a bad name！〃 I continued； affecting more anger than I feltfor； in truth； I was rather pleased with my quickness in discovering the cheat。 〃You steal and I bear the blame； and pay to boot！ Off with you and find the fellow； and bring him to me； or it will be the worse for you！〃
Glad to escape so easily； La Trape ran to the gate； but he failed to find his friend； and two or three days elapsed before I thought again of the matter； such petty rogueries being ingrained in a great man's VALETAILLE； and being no more to be removed than the hairs from a man's arm。 At the end of that time La Trape came to me； bringing the Spaniard； who had appeared again at the gate。 The stranger proved to be a small； slight man； pale and yet brown； with quick…glancing eyes。 His dress was decent； but very poor； with more than one rent neatly darned。 He made me a profound reverence； and stood waiting； with his cap in his hand； to be addressed； but； with all his humility； I did not fail to detect an easiness of deportment and a propriety that did not seem absolutely strange since he was a Spaniard； but which struck me； nevertheless； as requiring some explanation。 I asked him； civilly； who he was。 He answered that his name was Diego。
〃You speak French？〃
〃I am of Guipuzcoa； my lord；〃 he answered； 〃where we sometimes speak three tongues。〃
〃That is true；〃 I said。 〃And it is your trade to make tennis balls？〃
〃No； my lord； to use them；〃 he answered with a certain dignity。
〃You are a player； then？〃
〃If it please your excellency。〃
〃Where have you played？〃
〃At Madrid； where I was the keeper of the Duke of Segovia's court； and at Toledo； where I frequently had the honour of playing against M。 de Montserrat。〃
〃You are a good player？〃
〃If your excellency；〃 he answered impulsively； 〃will give me an opportunity〃
〃Softly； softly；〃 I said； somewhat taken aback by his earnestness。 〃Granted that you are a player； you seem to have played to small purpose。。 Why are you here； my friend； and not in Madrid？〃
He drew up his sleeves； and showed me that his wrists were deeply scarred。
I shrugged my shoulders。 〃You have been in the hands of the Holy Brotherhood？〃 I said。
〃No； my lord；〃 he answered bitterly。 〃Of the Holy Inquisition。〃
〃You are a Protestant？〃
He bowed。
On that I fell to considering him with more attention； but at the same time with some distrust； reflecting that he was a Spaniard； and recalling the numberless plots against his Majesty of which that nation had been guilty。 Still； if his tale were true he deserved support； with a view therefore to testing this I questioned him farther； and learned that he had for a long time disguised his opinions； until； opening them in an easy moment to a fellow servant； he found himself upon the first occasion of quarrel betrayed to the Fathers。 After suffering much； and giving himself up for lost in their dungeons； he made his escape in a manner sufficiently remarkable； if I might believe his story。 In the prison with him lay a Moor； for whose exchange against a Christian taken by the Sallee pirates an order came down。 It arrived in the evening； the Moor was to be removed in the morning。 An hour after the arrival of the news； however； and when the two had just been locked up for the night； the Moor； overcome with excess of joy； suddenly expired。 At first the Spaniard was for giving the alarm； but； being an ingenious fellow； in a few minutes he summoned all his wits together and made a plan。 Contriving to blacken his face and hands with charcoal he changed clothes with the corpse； and muffling himself up after the fashion of the Moors in a cold climate he succeeded in the early morning in passing out in his place。 Those who had charge of him had no reason to expect an escape； and once on the road he had little difficulty in getting away； and eventually reached France after a succession of narrow chances。
All this the man told me so simply that I knew not which to admire more； the daring of his devicesince for a white man to pass for a brown is beyond the common scope of such disguisesor his present modesty in relating it。 However； neither of these things seemed to my mind a good reason for disbelief。 As to the one； I considered that an impostor would have put forward something more simple； and as to the other； I have all my life long observed that those who have had strange experiences tell them in a very ordinary way。 Besides； I had fresh in my mind the diverting escape of the Duke of Nemours from Lyons； which I have elsewhere related。 On the other hand； and despite all these things； the story might be false； so with a view to testing one part of it； at least； I bade him come and play with me that afternoon。
〃My lord；〃 he said bluntly； 〃I had rather not。 For if I defeat your excellency； I may defeat also your good intentions。 And if I permit you to win； I shall seem to be an impostor。〃
Somewhat surprised by his forethought； I reassured him on this point； and his game； which proved to be one of remarkable strength and finesse； and fairly on an equality； as it seemed to me； with that of the best French players； persuaded me that at any rate the first part of his tale was true。 Accordingly I made him a present； and； in addition； bade Maignan pay him a small allowance for a while。 For this he showed his gratitude by attaching himself to my household； and as it was the fashion at that time to keep tennis masters of this class； I found it occasionally amusing to pit him against other well…known players。 In the course of a few weeks he gained me great credit； and though I am not so foolish as to attach importance to such trifles； but； on the contrary； think an old soldier who stood fast at Coutras； or even a clerk who has served the King honestlyif such a prodigy there bemore deserving than these professors； still I do not err on the other side； but count him a fool who； because he has solid cause to value himself； disdains the ECLAT which the attachment of such persons gives him in the public eye。
The man went by the name of Diego the Spaniard； and his story； which gradually became known； together with the excellence of his play； made him so much the fashion that more than one tried to detach him from my service。 The King heard of him； and would have played with him； but the sudden death of Madame de Beaufort； which occurred soon afterwards； threw the Court into mourning； and for a while； in pursuing the negotiations for the King's divorce； and in conducting a correspondence of the most delicate character with the Queen； I lost sight of my playerinsomuch； that I scarcely knew whether he still formed part of my suite or not。
My attention was presently recalled to him； however； in a rather remarkable manner。