"Monsieur, I swear it by all I hold most sacred in the world—by my mother's memory."
"That will suffice," said the duke, ringing a bell. A valet-de-chambre entered.
"Lafosse," said the duke, "the bay horses and the carriage without arms."
"Monsieur," said Bathilde, "if you would save time, I have a hired carriage below."
"That is still better. I am at your orders, mademoiselle."
"Am I to go with monsieur?" asked the servant.
"No, stay and help Raffe to put these papers in order. There are several which it is quite unnecessary for Dubois to see."
And the duke offered his arm to Bathilde, went down, handed her into the carriage, and after telling the coachman to stop at the corner of the Rue Saint Honore and the Rue de Richelieu, placed himself by her side, as thoughtless as though the fate from which he was about to save the chevalier might not also await himself.