"Yes, my lord, here it is," said a figure in the dark, which, as it drew nearer, became clearer and more distinguishable.
Henry thought he recognized the voice, and advanced towards the figure.
"So it is you, Beaulieu," said he. "What the devil are you doing here?"
"Sire, I have just received my appointment as governor of the fortress of Vincennes."
"Well, my dear friend, your initiation does you honor. A king for a prisoner is not bad."
"Pardon me, sire," said Beaulieu, "but I have already had two gentlemen."
"Who are they? But, pardon me, perhaps I am indiscreet. If so, assume that I have said nothing."
"My lord, I have not been ordered to keep it secret. They are Monsieur de la Mole and Monsieur de Coconnas."
"Ah! that is true. I saw them arrested. Poor gentlemen, and how do they bear this misfortune?"
"Differently. One is gay, the other sad; one sings, the other groans."