My blood was up.

My voice was loud and bold as I gave to M.de Perrencourt the name that was his, the name by which the frightened lord and the cowed Duke knew him, the name that gave him entrance to those inmost secret conferences, and yet kept him himself hidden and half a prisoner in the Castle.

The secret was no secret to me now.
"Against the Duke of Monmouth," said I sturdily, "and also, if need be, against the King of France." Barbara caught at my arm in alarm.

I laughed, till I saw her finger point warily over my shoulder.

With a start I turned and saw a man coming down the steps.