M.de Rosny took up his pistols.
'You will have no need of those,' the Marquis said with a high glance.
'Where we are going, no,' my companion answered, calmly continuing to dispose them about him.

'But the streets are dark and not too safe.' M.de Rambouillet laughed.

'That is the worst of you Huguenots,' he said.

'You never know when to lay suspicion aside.' A hundred retorts sprang to my lips.

I thought of the Bartholomew, of the French fury of Antwerp, of half a dozen things which make my blood boil to this day.