"Coursegol, why did you not tell me she was receiving Philip de Chamondrin here?" was his friend's only response.
"She receiving M. Philip!" cried Coursegol, greatly astonished.
"Yes, here in my house; here in this chamber. They were discovered here."
"Then M. Philip is still alive!"
"Unfortunately for me, he is still alive."
"What do you mean?" inquired Coursegol, who as yet understood but one thing—that his master was not dead.
"I mean that Dolores, whom I received into my house at your request, has been sheltering here, at the risk of compromising and ruining me, Philip de Chamondrin, one of the prime movers in a conspiracy formed for the purpose of saving the widow Capet."
"Ah! I understand," murmured Coursegol, at once divining that Philip being pursued had taken refuge in the house of Vauquelas, and had found Dolores there. "Ah, well! citizen, the young man must not remain here. We will help him to make his escape and no one will be the wiser—"
"It is too late!"
"Why?"