de Luynes?" quoth he; adding, with stern
politeness, "It grieves me to disturb you, but I have a warrant for your
arrest."
He was fumbling in his doublet as he spoke, and during the time I had
leisure to scan his countenance, recognising, to my surprise, a young
lieutenant of the guards who had but recently served with me, and with whom
I had been on terms almost of friendship. His words, "I have a warrant for
your arrest," came like a bolt from the blue to enlighten me, and to remind
me of what St. Auban had that morning told me, and which for the nonce I
had all but forgotten.
Upon hearing those same words, Yvonne, methought, grew pale, and her eyes
were bent upon me with a look of surprise and pity.
"Upon what charge am I arrested?" I enquired, with forced composure.
"My warrant mentions none, M. de Luynes. It is here." And he thrust
before me a paper, whose purport I could have read in its shape and seals.
Idly my eye ran along the words:
"By these presents I charge and empower my lieutenant, Jean de Montr?sor,
to seize where'er he may be found, hold, and conduct to Paris the Sieur
Gaston de Luynes--"
And so further, until the Cardinal's signature ended the legal verbiage.
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