“Ah! who the devil can be in ambush there?”
“Some friend or servant of Bussy’s. Let us go and make a detour, and return another way. The servant will give the alarm, and we shall see Bussy come out of the window.”
“You are right; come;” and they went to their horses.
“They are going,” said the valet.
“Yes. Did you recognize them?”
“They seemed to me to be the prince and Aurilly.”
“Just so. But I shall soon be more sure still.”
“What will monsieur do?”
“Come.”
Meanwhile, the duke and Aurilly turned into the Rue St. Catherine, intending to return by the boulevard of the Bastile.