"Very well, mademoiselle. Then meet me here at dusk. And now perhaps it is time to go back." We did not return as we came, but making for the Lime Walk, went along it slowly, talking and planning many things. In the shade, on a seat under one of the lime-trees, was a merry party of five or six people, and as we came opposite them young De Lorges the page, who was of their number, called out to us to join them; but, pointing at the Louvre, I shook my head, and as we passed on I heard Mademoiselle Davila's voice singing: "J'aime mieux m'amie O gai! J'aime mieux m'aime O gai!" and a girlish voice, I know not whose it was, broke into a merry peal of laughter. In spite of what was in my mind I could not help glancing at my companion; but she was walking by my side as though she had not seen or heard, and, perhaps, this was the case. At the Ladies' Terrace we parted, and I hastened at once to seek Le Brusquet. As luck would have it, I met both him and De Lorgnac face to face as I was crossing the inner courtyard, and drawing them aside explained matters to them in a few brief words. My chagrin may be imagined when I heard that Montgomery de Lorges, from whom I hoped to get further particulars of the house in the Mathurins, had left the Louvre that afternoon for Fontainebleau to help in the arrangements for a hunt there for the King. But Le Brusquet put heart into me. "_Eh bien_," said he, "you cannot miss finding the house, as the Mathurins is not a bowshot in length; but, in any case, whilst you go and prepare for your departure I will try and find the secret of the house out, and warn some who, I know, are of the new faith. To think of a _preche_ in the very shadow of the Sorbonne!" And he laughed to himself. "Le Brusquet is right," said De Lorgnac. "I too have some friends whom I must warn. Have no fear that Mademoiselle de Paradis will have any difficulty in keeping her tryst; I will see to that. Go now at once to the Rue Tire Boudin and make you ready; we will stand by you to the end." I thanked these brave friends, and was about to turn away, when Le Brusquet called out: "Stay! I have one thing to ask you, Orrain." "And that is?" "You have still with you, I hope, a certain ring?" "Vendome's ring, or rather the ring of the King of Navarre, as we must call him now. Yes; it is beneath this glove." And I held out my left hand. "May I see it for a moment?" "Certainly!" And removing the glove I slipped off the ring and handed it to him. He looked at it curiously, and said: "I think its time has come." "Is there anything you are holding back from me?" "No; but I have a warning in my heart that you will need it. I am superstitious enough never to neglect such a warning. Lend it to me for to-day." "With pleasure! But is the ring of any avail? Vendome has forgotten me. He hardly ever returns my salute when we meet----"