M. le Comte opened his door instantly in answer to my knock, and at the first glimpse of my face stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind him.
“What is it, Tavernay?” he asked. “What has happened?”
“The Blues have arrived,” I answered rapidly; “they are posting sentries about the house. I recognized Dubosq, their leader—the same fellow who tried to trap you this morning. This time he is making certain that you shall not escape.”
“Nor is that all,” said a low voice behind me.
I turned quickly. It was Pasdeloup.
“Pasdeloup!” cried his master. “What do you here?”
“I come to warn M. le Comte.”
“Of what?”
“The canaille of Dange are on their way to sack the château.”
“Nonsense!”