“Yes.”
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
“Alone?”
“With Madame de Monsoreau.”
“Where?”
“Just here to the left.” And as they had walked down to the old copse, St. Luc pointed out the spot where Bussy always came over.
“Ah!” continued he, “here is a wall in a bad state; I must warn the baron.”
“Whom do you suspect?”
“Of what?”