"Saved?" said Catherine.
"Yes, mother."
"From what?"
"Ah! ask D'Epernon."
"I ask you, my son."
"Well, madame, our dear cousin, the sister of your good friend M. de Guise—oh! do not deny it; you, know he is your good friend—laid an ambush for me."
"An ambush!"
"Yes, madame, and I narrowly escaped imprisonment or assassination."
"By M. de Guise?"
"You do not believe it?"