For a Huguenot we knew he must be.
"The Baron de Rosny," he answered; adding with a sneer, "He is a careful man! If they were all like him, with eyes on both sides of his head and a dag by his candle--well, my lord, there would be one more king in France--or one less! But they are a blind lot: as blind as bats." He muttered something farther in which I caught the word "to-night." But I did not hear it all; or understand any of it.
"Your lordships are going to Paris ?" he resumed in a different tone.
When I said that we were, he looked at me in a shamefaced way, half timid, half arrogant.

"I have a small favour to ask of you then," he said.

"I am going to Paris myself.

I am not afraid of odds, as you have seen.

But the roads will be in a queer state if there be anything on foot in the city, and--well, I would rather ride with you gentlemen than alone." "You are welcome to join us," I said.