“Then you are going in.”
“We wished to do so.”
“Have you not called Laurent?”
“Yes, we have, but——”
“But what?”
“You call Laurent, and you will see.”
The young man, whom the reader has, perhaps, already recognized as the Comte d’Artois, approached and again called “Laurent.”
“I warn you,” answered from within the voice of the Suisse, “that if you torment me any more I will go and fetch my commanding officer.”
“Who is this?” asked the count, turning round in astonishment to the queen.
“A Swiss who has been substituted for Laurent.”