“Let us charge,” said Schomberg.
“One moment,” said D’Epernon; “do not let us kill good bourgeois, or poor women. Hold! they stop.”
In fact, they had stopped, and looked as if undecided. “Oh, can they have seen us?”
“We can hardly see ourselves!”
“See, they turn to the left; they stop before a house they are seeking—they are trying to enter; they will escape us!”
“But it is not him, for he was going to the Faubourg St. Antoine.”
“Oh! how do you know he told you right?”
At this supposition they all rushed out, sword in hand, towards the gentlemen.
One of the men had just introduced a key into the lock; the door had yielded and was about to open, when the noise of their assailants made them turn.
“What is this? Can it be against us, Aurilly?” said one.