Have after Montgomery, if you please, ride with Nancay to Chatillon--he is mounting now--go where you please out of Paris, but don't go there! Biron hates us, hates me.

And for the King, if he do not see you for a few days, 'twill blow over in a week." Count Hannibal shrugged his shoulders.

"No," he said, "I shall go." The Marshal stared a moment.

"Morbleu!" he said, "why?
'Tis not to please the King, I know.

What do you think to find there, brother ?" "A minister," Hannibal answered gently.