“Ah, monseigneur,” said the other, who had opened the door, “it looks like it. Will you name yourself, or keep incognito?” “Armed men--an ambush!” “Some jealous lover; I said the lady was too beautiful not to be watched.” “Let us enter quickly, Aurilly; we are safer within doors.” “Yes, monseigneur, if there are not enemies within; but how do you know----” He had not time to finish. The young men rushed up; Quelus and Maugiron made for the door to prevent their entering, while Schomberg, D’O, and D’Epernon prepared to attack in front. But he who had been called monseigneur turned towards Quelus, who was in front, and crossing his arms proudly, said: “You attack a son of France, M. Quelus!” Quelus drew back, trembling, and thunderstruck. “Monseigneur le Duc d’Anjou!” he cried. “The Duc d’Anjou!” repeated the others. “Well, gentlemen,” cried the duke. “Monseigneur,” stammered D’Epernon, “it was a joke; forgive us.” “Monseigneur,” said D’O, “we did not dream of meeting your highness here!” “A joke!” said the duke; “you have an odd manner of joking, M. d’Epernon. Since it was not intended for me, whom did your jest menace?” “Monseigneur,” said Schomberg; “we saw St. Luc quit the Hôtel Montmorency and come this way; it seemed strange to us, and we wished to see what took him out on his wedding night.” “M. de St. Luc--you took me for him?” “Yes, monseigneur.” “M. de St. Luc is a head taller then I am.” “It is true, monseigneur; but he is just the height of M. Aurilly.” “And seeing a man put a key in a lock, we took him for the principal,” added D’O. “Monseigneur cannot suppose that we had the shadow of an ill-will towards him, even to disturb his pleasures?” As he listened, the duke, by a skilful movement, had, little by little, quitted the door, followed by Aurilly, and was now at some distance off. “My pleasures!” said he, angrily; “what makes you think I was seeking pleasure?” “Ah, monseigneur, in any case pardon us, and let us retire,” said Quelus. “It is well; adieu, gentlemen; but first listen. I was going to consult the Jew Manasses, who reads the future; he lives, as you know, in Rue de la Tournelle. In passing, Aurilly saw you and took you for the watch, and we, therefore, tried to hide ourselves in a doorway. And now you know what to believe and say; it is needless to add, that I do not wish to be followed,” and he turned away. “Monseigneur,” said Aurilly, “I am sure these men have bad intentions; it is near midnight, and this is a lonely quarter; let us return home, I beg.” “No, no; let us profit by their departure.” “Your highness is deceived; they have not gone, but have returned to their retreat: look in the angle of the Hôtel des Tournelles.” François looked, and saw that Aurilly was right; it was evident that they waited for something, perhaps to see if the duke were really going to the Jew. “Well, Monseigneur,” continued Aurilly, “do you not think it will be more prudent to go home?”