"The Valois."
"And his henchman, St. Quentin."
"Not so," she cried. "He was here in Paris when it happened. He was revolted at the deed."
"Did they teach you that at the convent?"
"No, but it is true. M. de St. Quentin warned my cousin Henri not to go to Blois."
"Pardieu, you think them angels, these St. Quentins."
"I think them brave and honest gentlemen, as I think you, Cousin Charles."
"That sounds ill on the lips that have but now called me villain and murderer," Mayenne returned.
"I have not called you that, monsieur; I said you had been saved from the guilt of murder, and I knew one day you would be glad."
He kept silence, eying her in a puzzled way. After a moment she went on: