For was not the young Duke in evil odour with the King by reason of the attack on the Admiral?
And had he not been chased from Paris only that morning and forbidden to return?
They were still wondering, still gazing, when abruptly--as he did all things--Charles thrust back his chair.
"Foucauld, you owe me ten pieces!" he cried with glee, and he slapped the table.

"Pay, my friend; pay!" "To-morrow, little master; to-morrow!" Rochefoucauld answered in the same tone.

And he rose to his feet.
"To-morrow!" Charles repeated.

"To-morrow ?" And on the word his jaw fell.

He looked wildly round.