"Do you mean," demanded Molembrais, "that the signet will give admission to the King at any hour, day or night?"
"At any hour, yes."
"And we are ready to go," said the girl, ranging her horse by the side of Grey Roland, so that La Mothe was within touch of her hand.
"Neither you nor the priest—La Mothe and La Mothe only," he answered, his voice roughening into passion for the first time. "Come, sir, I hold your parole."
"But this does not touch Monsieur La Mothe's parole."
"Mademoiselle, you read my instructions; they have nothing to do with you."
"Monsieur, I never thought myself a person of any importance, but I believe the King will thank you."
"Flatly, I decline to take you."
"Flatly, I shall go whether you decline or not."
"Father!" and in his angry perplexity Molembrais turned, appealing to the priest.