"
"Oh, tell that in Bedlam!" M. Etienne cried. "You would do nothing of
the sort. Was it to win glory you stayed three years in that hole, St.
Quentin?"
"I had no choice, monsieur. My master was there."
"And my mistress is here! You may save your breath, Vigo; I know what I
shall do. The eloquence of monk Christin wouldn't change me."
"What is your purpose, M. Etienne?" Vigo asked.
Indeed, there was a vagueness about his scheme as revealed to us.
"It is quite simple. I purpose to get speech with mademoiselle if I can
contrive it, and I think I can. I purpose to smuggle her out of the
Hotel de Lorraine--such feats have been accomplished before and may be
again. Then I shall bring her here and hold her against all comers."
"No," Vigo said, "no, monsieur. You may not do that."
"Ventre bleu, Vigo!" his young lord cried.
"No," said Vigo. "I can't have her here, and Mayenne's army after her."
"Coward!" shouted M. Etienne.
I thought Vigo would take us both by the scruff of our necks and throw
us out of the place. But he answered undisturbed:
"No, that is not the reason, monsieur. If M. le Duc told me to hold this
house against the armies of France and Spain, I'd hold it till the last
man of us was dead. But I am here in his absence to guard his hotel, his
moneys, and his papers. I don't call it guarding to throw a firebrand
among them.
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