"Do you understand Latin, Monsieur de Mouy?" she asked.
"I used to know it," replied the young man, "but I have forgotten it."
Marguerite smiled.
"Monsieur de Mouy," said she, "you may rely on my discretion. But as I think I know the name of the one you are seeking in the Louvre, I will offer my services to guide you directly to him."
"Excuse me, madame," said De Mouy, "I think you are mistaken, and that you are completely ignorant of"—
"What!" exclaimed Marguerite, "are you not looking for the King of Navarre?"
"Alas, madame," said De Mouy, "I regret to have to beg you especially to conceal my presence in the Louvre from your husband, his majesty the king."
"Listen, Monsieur de Mouy," said Marguerite in surprise, "I have considered you until now one of the strongest leaders of the Huguenot party, and one of the most faithful partisans of the king my husband. Am I mistaken?"
"No, madame, for this very morning I was all that you say."
"And what has changed you since this morning?"