The King waited eagerly and the town's delegation with disquiet.
Great riot broke out in the outer room guarded by countrymen with scythes; words and blows were exchanged and Choiseul, without his hat and sword in hand, appeared on the sill.
Above his shoulder was seen the colonel's pale but resolute face.
In the look of both was such a threatening expression that the deputies stood aside so as to give a clear space to the Royal Family.
"Welcome, Lord Choiseul," cried the Queen going over to the officer.
"Alas, my lady, I arrive very late."
"No matter, since you come in good company."
"Nay, we are almost alone, on the contrary. Dandoins has been held with his cavalry at St. Menehould and Damas has been abandoned by his troop."
The Queen sadly shook her head.