Even a poor sailor may have a star, mademoiselle.

As well as the Prince Napoleon, who boasts that he has one of the first magnitude, I understand." "You are not a poor sailor, monsieur," said Juliette.
"Then who am I ?" he asked, with a gay laugh, spreading out his hands and standing before them, beneath the swinging lamp.
The Marquis de Gemosac raised himself on one elbow.
"I will tell you who you are," he said, in a low, quick voice, pointing one hand at Loo.

"I will tell you." And his voice rose.
"You are the grandson of Louis XVI.

and Marie Antoinette.

You are the Last Hope of the French.