“Ah, monseigneur,” said the other, who had opened the door, “it looks like it. Will you name yourself, or keep incognito?”
“Armed men—an ambush!”
“Some jealous lover; I said the lady was too beautiful not to be watched.”
“Let us enter quickly, Aurilly; we are safer within doors.”
“Yes, monseigneur, if there are not enemies within; but how do you know——”
He had not time to finish. The young men rushed up; Quelus and Maugiron made for the door to prevent their entering, while Schomberg, D’O, and D’Epernon prepared to attack in front. But he who had been called monseigneur turned towards Quelus, who was in front, and crossing his arms proudly, said:
“You attack a son of France, M. Quelus!”
Quelus drew back, trembling, and thunderstruck.
“Monseigneur le Duc d’Anjou!” he cried.
“The Duc d’Anjou!” repeated the others.