"I thank you, Monsieur le Comte," said I.
"By the way of Hesse Cassel, I have advised," said Monjoy hastily.
"The Lahn lies in an opposite direction—but Hesse Cassel be it," said the Count, with a deep smile. "Ah, Boisguiller, thou unconscionable tosspot—art bibbing still? Good evening, monsieur," he added to me, as he bowed and withdrew; "a pleasant and a safe journey to you."
"Did you remark his smile?" asked Monjoy in a low voice, while twitching my sleeve.
"Yes," replied I; "and it reminded me of one who never smiled thus save when planning mischief."
I thought of the aide-de-camp, Shirley.
"Boisguiller, assist me in getting a horse for our comrade," said Monjoy, looking at his watch: "it is now eight, and we shall depart from this within an hour."
CHAPTER X.
THE STORY OF MONJOY.
It was long past midnight, however, before we were prepared to leave Ysembourg. To set out with the conviction that every tree, hedge, or thicket might conceal at least one musket, the contents of which were intended for my person, was more exciting than pleasing.