“Ma foi. St. Auban is indeed in earnest then! Convey to him my expressions of admiration at this suddenly awakened courage. Be good enough, Vicomte, to name the rendezvous.”
“Do you know the chapel of St. Sulpice des Reaux?”
“What! Beyond the Loire?”
“Precisely, Monsieur. About a league from Chambord by the river side.”
“I can find the place.”
“Will you meet us there at nine o'clock tonight?”
I looked askance at him.
“But why cross the river? This side affords many likely spots!”
“Very true, Monsieur. But the Marquis has business at Chambord this evening, after which there will be no reason—indeed, it will inconvenience him exceedingly—to return to Blois.”
“What!” I cried, more and more astonished. “St. Auban is leaving Blois?”