“Ah, Monsieur David, it is you!” said Chicot; “I am delighted to meet you again!” Then, turning to Gorenflot, he said, “My good Gorenflot, your presence as monk was very necessary just now, when we believed monsieur dying; but now that he is so well, it is with me he must deal; therefore, do me the favor to stand sentinel on the threshold, and prevent any one from coming in to interrupt our little conversation.” Gorenflot, who asked no better than to go, was soon out of the room; but David, having now recovered from his surprise, and confident in his skill as a swordsman, stood waiting for Chicot, with his sword in his hand and a smile on his lips. “Dress yourself, monsieur,” said Chicot; “I do not wish to take any advantage of you. Do you know what I have come to seek in this room?” “The rest of the blows which I have owed you on account of the Duc de Mayenne, since that day when you jumped so quickly out of the window.” “No, monsieur; I know the number, and will return them. Be easy. What I have come for is a certain genealogy which M. Pierre de Gondy took to Avignon, without knowing what he carried, and, equally in ignorance, brought back to you just now.” David turned pale. “What genealogy?” he said. “That of M. de Guise, who descends, as you know, in a direct line from Charlemagne.” “Ah, you are a spy! I thought you only a buffoon.” “Dear M. David, I will be both if you wish it: a spy to hang you, and a buffoon to laugh at it after.” “To hang me!” “High and dry, monsieur; I hope you do not lay claim to be beheaded like a gentleman.” “And how will you do it?” “Oh, very easily; I will relate the truth, for I must tell you, dear M. David, that I assisted last month at the meeting held in the convent of St. Geneviève.” “You!” “Yes; I was in the confessional in front of yours, and it was very uncomfortable there, especially as I was obliged to wait to go out until all was finished. Therefore I heard all, saw the coronation of M. d’Anjou, which was not very amusing; but then the genealogy was delightful.” “Ah! you know about the genealogy?” cried David, biting his lips with anger.