"Yes," said he, "I do, varlet; if at the end of the account—"
Arnauld interrupted.
"Come, come, Monseigneur," said he; "you are only quibbling about the form now, and what do superior minds like ours care for form? Just sign without any more ado."
He spread out upon the table before Montmorency the document which needed only his signature.
"But in the first place, the name of the city where Diane de Castro is confined, and of the man whose prisoner she is?"
"Name for name, Monseigneur; put yours at the foot of this paper, and you shall have the others."
"Very good," said Montmorency.
He dashed off the bold scrawl which served him for a signature.
"And the seal, Monseigneur?"
"There it is; now are you satisfied?"