“Who are you?” said Henry.
“A follower of the noble Comte de la Seine,” was the reply.
“And he mounts guards at his chamber door?” said the King haughtily.
“Yes; but by what right do you come here and question me?”
Henry advanced into the light of a lamp overhead, and threw back his robe.
“I have the right,” he said.
Denis drew back, but only a step.
“The King!” he murmured. “The King!”
Henry nodded quickly.
“You know me? Good. I have another word I wish to say to your master to-night.”