For--well, I could understand it--it was one of those moments when a man is not popular.

Those who had come with me from the eating-house eyed me askance, and turned their backs when I drew nearer; and those who had joined us and obtained admission were scarcely more polite.
But I was not to be outdone in SANG FROID.

I cocked my hat, and drawing my cloak over my shoulders, went out with a swagger which drove the curs from the gate before I came within a dozen paces of it.

The rascals outside fell back as quickly, and in a moment I was in the street.
Another moment and I should have been clear of the place and free to lie by for a while--when, without warning, a scurry took place round me.

The crowd fled every way into the gloom, and in a hand-turn a dozen of the Cardinal's guards closed round me.
I had some acquaintance with the officer in command, and he saluted me civilly.
'This is a bad business, M.de Berault,' he said.