"Monseigneur!"
"Come, come! tell me frankly, unless you distrust me; perhaps I am one of your friends."
"You, monseigneur?"
"Yes, I; so speak."
"I do not know what to say to your highness, monseigneur. The matter I had to discuss with the King of Navarre concerned interests which your highness would not comprehend. Moreover," added De Mouy with a manner which he strove to render indifferent, "they were mere trifles."
"Trifles?" said the duke.
"Yes, monseigneur."
"Trifles, for which you felt you would risk your life by coming back to the Louvre, where you know your head is worth its weight in gold. We are not ignorant of the fact that you, as well as the King of Navarre and the Prince de Condé, are one of the leaders of the Huguenots."
"If you think that, monseigneur, act towards me as the brother of King Charles and the son of Queen Catharine should act."
"Why should you wish me to act in that way, when I have told you that I am a friend of yours? Tell me the truth."