"What!" said Bois-Doré, "did you see Monsieur de Belleroze's tragic actors? They are as tiresome as forty days of rain!"
"No, no; this troupe is called Sieur de Lambour's French Comedians, and there are some very clever people in it. But time flies, and here comes the faithful Adamas to say that the horses are ready, does he not? So let us be off, my dear Villareal, and as you have promised the marquis to come to-morrow to thank him, I invite myself to come with you."
"I rely upon seeing you," rejoined Bois-Doré.
"And you can also rely upon my furnishing you with proofs of all that I have alleged," said D'Alvimar, bowing very low.
Bois-Doré replied only with a bow.
Guillaume, who was in great haste to start, did not notice that the marquis, despite his apparent courtesy, refrained from offering his hand to the Spaniard, who dared not ask leave to touch his.
[XXX]
No sooner were they in the saddle than the marquis, turning to Adamas, said with much excitement:
"Quickly, my gorget, my helmet, my weapons, my horse and two men!"
"Everything is ready, monsieur," Adamas replied. "Master Jovelin advised us to prepare everything, saying that if Monsieur d'Ars went away again to-night, you would escort him. But for what purpose?"