"'Morbleu! A merry monarch'—"
she began, and broke off abruptly, rising to her feet, with a gesture of aversion, and moving restlessly across the room. "After all these years! After all that had gone before!"
"What has gone before, Jacqueline?"
"Nothing," she answered; "nothing."
For some time he sat with his sword across his knees, thinking deeply. She went to the window and looked out. When she spoke again her voice had regained its self-command.
"A dark night," she said, mechanically.
"Jacqueline," he asked, glancing up from the blade, "why in the crypt that day we escaped did you pause at that monument?"
Quickly she turned, gazing at him from the half-darkness in which she stood.
"Did you see to whom the monument was erected?" she asked in a low voice.
"To the wife of the constable. But what was Anne, Duchess of Dubrois, to you?"