Then a woman's voice, sweet yet commanding, rose
above theirs.
"Very well, Guilbert," it said. "We will await this farrier's return."
"Let me go, Monsieur!" cried Jeanneton. "Some one comes."
Now for myself I cared little who might come, but methought that it was
likely to do poor Jeanneton's fair name no benefit, if the arm of Gaston de
Luynes were seen about her waist. And so I obeyed her, but not quickly
enough; for already a shadow lay athwart the threshold, and in the doorway
stood a woman, whose eye took in the situation before we had altered it
sufficiently to avert suspicion. To my amazement I beheld the lady of the
coach--she who had saved me from the mob in Place Vend?me, and touching
whose identity I could have hazarded a shrewd guess.
In her eyes also I saw the light of recognition which swiftly changed to
one of scorn. Then they passed from me to the vanishing Jeanneton, and
methought that she was about to call her back. She paused, however, and,
turning to the lackey who followed at her heels.
"Guilbert," she said, "be good enough to call the landlord, and bid him
provide me with an apartment for the time that we may be forced to spend
here.
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