"No," replied Marguerite, "unless it is that my brother Charles looks at you strangely."
"I have noticed it," said Henry.
"Have you taken precautions?"
"I have on a coat of mail, and at my side a good Spanish hunting knife, as sharp as a razor, and as pointed as a needle. I could pierce pistols with it."
"In that case," said Marguerite, "God protect you!"
The outrider in charge of the hunt made a sign. They had reached the lair.
CHAPTER XXX.
MAUREVEL.
While all this careless, light-hearted youth, apparently so at least, was scattering like a gilded whirlwind along the road to Bondy, Catharine, still rolling up the precious parchment to which King Charles had just affixed his signature, admitted into her room a man to whom, a few days before, her captain of the guards had carried a letter, addressed to Rue de la Cerisaie, near the Arsenal.