"So that is the Chevalier. And he goes to Quebec. In mercy's name, what business has he there?"
"You are hurting my arm, dear. Victor would not tell me why he goes to Quebec."
"Ah, if he goes out of friendship for Victor, it is well."
"Is he not handsome?"
"Melancholy handsome, after the pattern of the Englishman's Hamlet. I like a man with a bright face. When does the Henri IV sail?" suddenly.
"Two weeks from to-morrow. To-morrow is Fools' Day."
"Why, then, do not those on yonder ship sail to-morrow instead of to-day?"
"You were not always so bitter."
"I must have my jest. To-morrow may have its dupes as well as its fools. … Silence! The Comte d'Hérouville in Rochelle? I am lost if he sees me. Let us go!" And Madame de Brissac dragged her companion back into the crowd. "That man here? Anne, you must hide me well."
"Why do you ask about the gloomy ship which is to take me to Quebec?" asked Anne, her curiosity aroused of a sudden.