"Oh! it is his business to remember, while it is the duke's to forget. How could he live if he did not forget? But Aurilly will not have forgotten; he will recognize you, and will denounce you as an avenging shade."
"Remy, I thought I told you I had a mask, and that you told me you had a knife."
"It is true, madame; and I begin to think that God is assisting us to punish the wicked." Then, calling Aurilly from the top of the staircase, "Monsieur," said he.
"Well!" replied Aurilly.
"My mistress thanks M. du Bouchage for having provided thus for her safety, and accepts with gratitude your obliging offer."
"It is well," said Aurilly, "the horses are ready."
"Come, madame, come," said Remy, offering his arm to Diana.
Aurilly waited at the bottom of the staircase, lantern in hand, all anxiety to see the lady.
"Diable!" murmured he, "she has a mask. But between this and Chateau-Thierry the silk cords will be worn out or cut."