AUBAN DROVE WITH MY LORD CARDINAL
From the wounded man's bedside I wended my steps back to the Rue St.
Antoine, resolved to start for Blois that very night; and beside me walked
Montr?sor, with bent head, like a man deep in thought.
At my door I paused to take my leave of the lieutenant, for I was in haste
to have my preparations made, and to be gone. But Montr?sor appeared not
minded to be dismissed thus easily.
"What plan have you formed?" he asked.
"The only plan there is to form--to set out for Canaples at once."
"Hum!" he grunted, and again was silent. Then, suddenly throwing back his
head, "Par la mort Dieu!" he cried, "I care not what comes of it; I'll tell
you what I know. Lead the way to your chamber, M. de Luynes, and delay
your departure until you have heard me."
Surprised as much by his words as by the tone in which he uttered them,
which was that of a man who is angry with himself, I passively did as I was
bidden.
Once within my little ante-chamber, he turned the key with his own hands,
and pointing to the door of my bedroom--"In there, Monsieur," quoth he, "we
shall be safe from listeners.
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