“No,” answered Gerard firmly. “One thing I will not do. I will not leave you within that madman’s reach.”
“But it is you he seeks. Would it not be safer, Captain Dubois, for him to go alone? And you, M. Pascal, what say you?”
“It would be safer,” agreed the captain.
“Dubois!” exclaimed Gerard.
“I speak but my opinion, my lord. I should take miladi’s advice. I will answer for her safety.”
“I cannot consent.”
“It will be too late to do anything if we dally in talking,” said Dubois.
“We will go together, but I will change my burgher’s dress for a monk’s,” and he hurried from the room.
“I am only a monk outwardly, and it may be well to have an officer among the party,” said Dubois, slipping off his gabardine and revealing his uniform under it.
“It’s too late,” said Pascal, who was at the window as Gerard re-entered. “The soldiers are already in the street. The chance is gone.”