"Madame, I must speak to the King of Navarre. The matter is urgent. I will wait."
"So!" said Henry—"you see, he says he will wait."
"Certainly I see that," said Marguerite. "But what would you expect?"
"Why! ventre saint gris! I expect that he is waiting!"
"That he is waiting!" cried Marguerite, looking at her husband in astonishment. "How can you say such a thing, sire? A man whom the King tried to kill—a man who is watched, threatened—waiting, you say! Would that be possible?—are the doors made for those who have been"—
"Obliged to escape by the window—you were going to say?"
"Yes, you have finished my sentence."
"Well, but if they know the way by the window, let them take it, since it is perfectly impossible for them to enter by the door. It is very simple."
"Do you think so?" said Marguerite, flushing with pleasure at the thought of again being near La Mole.
"I am sure of it."