I sat on in my corner.

Nothing was to be heard save the occasional voices of the two musketeers on guard on the steps leading from the second storey of the keep to the State apartments.

I knew that I must move soon, for at night the gate on the stairs was shut.

It was another of the peculiar facts about M.de Perrencourt that he alone of the gentlemen-in-waiting had been lodged within the precincts of the royal quarters, occupying an apartment next to the Duke of York, who had his sister Madame for his neighbour on the other side.

The prolonged conference was taking place in the King's cabinet farther along the passage.
Suddenly I heard steps on the stairs, the word of the night was asked, and Monmouth's voice made answer "Saint Denis"; for just now everything was French in compliment to Madame.