Charles entered.
Marguerite came forward, a smile on her lips.
The King cast a rapid glance around.
"Whom are you looking for, brother?" asked Marguerite.
"Why," said Charles, "I am looking—I am looking—why, the devil! I am looking for Monsieur de la Mole."
"Monsieur de la Mole!"
"Yes; where is he?"
Marguerite took her brother by the hand and led him to the window.
Just then two horsemen were seen galloping away, around the wooden tower. One of them unfastened his white satin scarf and waved it in the darkness, as a sign of adieu. The two men were La Mole and Orthon.
Marguerite pointed them out to Charles.