The baron went away to give orders, and Diana reseated herself, while Monsoreau took Gertrude’s chair, and, with a look sufficient to intimidate most people, said:
“Madame, who was in the park with you yesterday?”
“At what time?” said Diana, in a firm voice.
“At six.”
“Where?”
“Near the copse.”
“It must have been some one else, it was not I.”
“It was you, madame.”
“What do you know about it?”
“Tell me the man’s name!” cried Monsoreau, furiously.