“Yes.”
“At St. Geneviève?”
“Yes, that is the second I stop at.”
“Good.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh, nothing—I was curious. Now I know all I want, so good night, Henri!”
But just as Chicot prepared to leave, a great noise was heard.
“What is that noise?” said the king.
“It is ordained that I am not to sleep. Henri, you must get me a room in the town, or I must leave your service; the Louvre becomes insupportable.”
At this moment the captain of the guards entered, saying, “Sire, it is an envoy from M. le Duc d’Anjou.”