We bowed to him as we took our seats.
He acknowledged the salute, fixing us a moment with a penetrating glance; and then resumed his meal.

I noticed that his sword and belt were propped against a chair at his elbow, and a dag, apparently loaded, lay close to his hand by the candlestick.

Two lackeys waited behind his chair, wearing the badge we had remarked in the inn yard.
We began to talk, speaking in low tones that we might not disturb him.
The attack on Coligny had, if true, its bearing on our own business.
For if a Huguenot so great and famous and enjoying the king's special favour still went in Paris in danger of his life, what must be the risk that such an one as Pavannes ran?
We had hoped to find the city quiet.
If instead it should be in a state of turmoil Bezers' chances were so much the better; and ours--and Kit's, poor Kit's--so much the worse.
Our companion had by this time finished his supper.

But he still sat at table, and seemed to be regarding us with some curiosity.

At length he spoke.