While Herrick spoke he had opened the door, and fitted the key into the lock on the outside. Now he went out quickly, and locked the door after him.
"Good-night," he called out. "When you have bound up your wound, no doubt some one will come to your shouting."
"Curse you!" came the answer. "The future shall make you regret your present luck."
Herrick laughed, and went quickly down into the hall.
"There is a sword in the garden," he said to the sleepy porter, who was still wondering at the sudden coming and going. "Take a lantern and find it. Count Felix, who is up-stairs, will be calling for it presently."
Once out of the house, Herrick walked rapidly away, and a little later walked in at the castle gate; but no longer a priest. The cloak lay behind the wall of a garden near the old markets, and was destined to cause much wonder when it was found next day.
He rushed upon Herrick wildly.
Jean shuffled along near him as Herrick went to his quarters.
"Mademoiselle came to the castle not long since. Is all well?"