"How strange it would be if I were just to have two Huguenots come to my house, when"—
"Now, then," interrupted Coconnas, pointedly, "are we going to have any supper?"
"Yes, as soon as you please, monsieur," returned the landlord, softened, no doubt, by the last reflection.
"Well, then, the sooner the better," said Coconnas; and turning to La Mole:
"Pray, Monsieur le Comte, while they are putting our room in order, tell me, do you think Paris seems a gay city?"
"Faith! no," said La Mole. "All the faces I have seen looked scared or forbidding; perhaps the Parisians also are afraid of the storm; see how very black the sky is, and the air feels heavy."
"Tell me, count, are you not bound for the Louvre?"
"Yes! and you also, Monsieur de Coconnas."
"Well, let us go together."
"It is rather late to go out, is it not?" said La Mole.