"Is he a duke or a prince?" asked the archer.
"He is a king, comrade, and is called Henri, the second of that name."
"A daughter of the king here!" cried the Englishman. "Upon my soul, if you don't tell me at once where I can find the gentle dove, I shall feel obliged to strangle you, my good fellow! A daughter of the king!"
"And a pearl of beauty too," said Arnauld.
"Oho! My Lord Wentworth will lose his head over her," the archer replied. "Comrade," he added in a solemn tone, drawing forth his purse, and opening it before Arnauld's fascinated eyes, "this and its contents are yours in exchange for the name and abode of the fair one."
"Done!" said Arnauld, unable to resist, and seizing the purse.
"Her name?" asked the archer.
"Diane de Castro, called Sister Bénie."
"And her abode?"
"The Benedictine convent."