The ungrateful Netherlanders forgot the heroism with which the old soldier had arranged the defence of Antwerp against the "Spanish Fury" but two years before.

They heard only the instigations of his enemies; they remembered only that he was the hated Granvelle's brother; they believed only that there was a plot by which, in some utterly incomprehensible manner, they were all to be immediately engaged in cutting each others throats and throwing each other out of the windows, as had been done half a dozen years before in Paris.

Such was the mischievous intention ascribed to a petition, which Champagny and his friends had as much right to offer--however narrow and mistaken their opinions might now be considered--as had the synod of Dort to present their remonstrances.
Never was a more malignant or more stupid perversion of a simple and not very alarming phrase.

No allusion had been made to Saint Bartholomew, but all its horrors were supposed to be concealed in the sentence which referred to Paris.

The nobles were arrested on the spot and hurried to prison, with the exception of Champagny, who made his escape at first, and lay concealed for several days.