"Why, to be sure."
Mayenne jumped heavily to his feet.
"What mean you?"
"I mean that mademoiselle's marrying is in my hands. Where is your ward, M. de Mayenne?"
"Mordieu! Have you found her?"
"You speak sooth."
"In your hôtel—"
"No, eager kinsman. In a place whither you cannot follow her."
Mayenne looked about, as if with some instinctive idea of seeking a weapon, of summoning his soldiers.
"By God's throne, you shall tell me where!"