And M.de Rosny,' he added, turning to my companion and speaking with energy, 'have a care for my sake that you are not recognised as you go.

Rambouillet must contrive something to enable you to leave without peril.

I should be desolated if anything happened to you, my friend, for I could not protect you.

I give you my word if Mendoza or Retz found you in Blois I could not save you from them unless you recanted.' 'I will not trouble either your Majesty or my conscience,' M.de Rosny replied, bowing low, 'if my wits can help me.' 'Well, the saints keep you,' the king answered piously, going towards the door by which he had entered; 'for your master and I have both need of you.

Rambouillet, take care of him as you love me.