A short, quick sigh of relief escaped Gilles' lips. At the back of his mind there had always lurked the ever-present fear of one who wilfully deceives his fellow-men—the fear of being found out. In this, Montigny was the greatest, nay! the only danger. With him out of the way, the chances of discovery became remote.
'To every one else, then, Messire,' he continued more firmly, 'I shall pass as the Prince de Froidmont.'
'To every one else, Monseigneur,' replied d'Inchy.
'To Madame Jacqueline de Broyart?'
'Certainly, Monseigneur.'
'She hath no suspicions?'
'None.'
'Doth she know that it is your desire she should become the wife of the Duc d'Anjou ... that she should become my wife, I mean?'
'No, Monseigneur; she does not.'
'Then I have a clear field before me!' he exclaimed gaily.