"Your Excellency, who is this handsome young priest who goes by the
name of Brother Jacques; of what family?"
"That I do not know; no one knows; not even Father Chaumonot, who is
his sponsor. The good Father picked him up somewhere in Italy and
placed him in a convent."
"Monsieur le Comte, then, is at Three Rivers?"
"Yes; and to-morrow we shall set out for him; though he may return at
any hour."
"I thank your Excellency. The Henri IV sails by next week, so I
understand. I daresay that we both shall be on it. At any rate, I
shall wait."
The door opened and Jehan, expressing as much excitement as his
weather-beaten face made possible, stood before them.
"Well?" said the marquis.
"Monsieur le Comte is returned from Three Rivers, and is about to dine
in the citadel."
"Tell a trooper that the presence of Monsieur le Chevalier is requested
here at once. Do not let the Chevalier see you," and the governor rose
and laid down his pipe. "I will leave the room at your service,
Monsieur."
"It is very kind of you." If the marquis was excited, or nervous,
there was nothing on his face to indicate it.
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