But D’Effiat, agitated, and without answering her, rushed forth, and sought his late tutor through the church, but in vain. Drawing his sword, he proceeded to the entrance which Grandchamp had to guard; he called him and listened.
“Now let him go,” said a voice at the corner of the street; and at the same moment was heard the galloping of horses.
“Grandchamp, wilt thou answer?” cried Cinq-Mars.
“Help, Henri, my dear boy!” exclaimed the voice of the Abbe Quillet.
“Whence come you? You endanger me,” said the grand ecuyer, approaching him.
But he saw that his poor tutor, without a hat in the falling snow, was in a most deplorable condition.
“They stopped me, and they robbed me,” he cried. “The villains, the assassins! they prevented me from calling out; they stopped my mouth with a handkerchief.”
At this noise, Grandchamp at length came, rubbing his eyes, like one just awakened. Laure, terrified, ran into the church to her mistress; all hastily followed her to reassure Marie, and then surrounded the old Abbe.
“The villains! they bound my hands, as you see. There were more than twenty of them; they took from me the key of the side door of the church.”
“How! just now?” said Cinq-Mars; “and why did you quit us?”