“Speak, then, my dear comte.”
“Not before your people, I suppose.”
The duke dismissed everyone.
“Your highness has just come in?” said Monsoreau.
“As you see, comte.”
“It is very imprudent of your highness to go by night in the street.”
“Who told you I had been in the streets?”
“The dust on your clothes.”
“M. de Monsoreau, have you another employment besides that of chief huntsman?”
“Yes, that of spy, monseigneur; all the world follow that calling now, more or less, and I, like the rest.”