"Until to-morrow morning you are my servant and must obey me."
"Willingly! What are monsieur's orders?" said Castorin, deciding to take the two pistoles.
"I order you, as you are so desirous to sleep, to undress and get into my bed."
"What? what is monsieur's meaning? I do not understand,"
"You don't need to understand, but simply to obey. Undress at once; I will assist you."
"Monsieur will assist me?"
"To be sure; as you are to play the part of the Baron de Canolles, I must needs play the part of Castorin."
Thereupon, without awaiting his servant's leave, the baron removed his doublet and hat and put them on himself, and locking the door upon him before he had recovered from his surprise, ran rapidly downstairs.
He was at last beginning to see through the mystery, although certain parts of it were still enveloped in mist. For two hours past it had seemed to him as if nothing of all that he had seen or heard was perfectly natural. The attitude of every one at Chantilly was constrained and stiff; everybody that he met seemed to be playing a part, and yet the various details all seemed to harmonize in a way which indicated to the queen's envoy that he must redouble his watchfulness if he did not choose to be himself the victim of some grand mystification.