"Every man's house is his castle," replied the widow. "And having called it to mind, you need only order post-horses."
"For what purpose?"
"To carry me off to Courlac. It is there that your almoner shall unite us, in the chapel, in presence of your domestics and your vassals, our only witnesses."
"A singular whim, Marchioness; but I submit to it."
"Very well. We will set out this evening.... Ah! I forgot."
"What, further?"
"Before starting, you will send in your resignation to the King."
Monsieur de Beaugency almost bounded from his seat.
"Do you dream of that, Marchioness?"
"Assuredly. You will not, at Courlac, be able to perform your duties at court."