“First, mass at St. Germain l’Auxerrois.”
“Well?”
“Return to the Louvre, for a collation.”
“Very good.”
“Then, a procession of penitents through the streets, stopping at the principal convente of Paris, beginning at the Jacobine and finishing at St. Geneviève, where I have promised the prior to stay till to-morrow in the cell of a saint, who will pray for the success of our arms.”
“I know him.”
“The saint?”
“Yes, perfectly.”
“So much the better; you shall accompany me, and we will pray together.”
“Yes; make yourself easy.”