"No, I thank you, I do not require anything; and, if I should feel hungry, I will call for what I may need."
"Do not wait for that, monsieur; but come and amuse yourself in our society."
"Nay, nay, it is impossible."
"Why so?"
"His royal highness almost directed me to have what I should need served to me in my own apartment; but do not let me delay you."
"Thank you, count, good-evening; do not lose sight of our phantom."
"Oh! rely upon me for that; unless," added Henri, who feared he might have said too much, "unless, indeed, I should be overtaken by sleep, which seems more than probable, and a far more healthy occupation than that of watching shadows and spies."
"Certainly," said the ensign, laughingly, as he took leave of Henri du Bouchage.
Hardly had he quitted the library than Henri darted into the garden.
"Oh!" he murmured, "it is Remy! it is Remy! I should know him again in the darkness of hell itself."