But in that instant Fortunio had thrust the table clear of the doorway, and his men were pouring into the room.
They came at Garnache in a body, with wild shouts and fierce mockery, and he hurriedly fell on guard and gave way before them until his shoulders were against the wainscot and he had at least the assurance that none could take him in the rear.

Three blades engaged his own.
Fortunio had come no farther than the doorway, where he stood his torn cheek drenched in blood, watching the scene the Marquise beside him, and Tressan standing just behind them, very pale and scared.
Yet Garnache's first thought even in that moment of dire peril was for Valerie.

He would spare her the sight that must before many moments be spread to view within that shambles.
"To your chamber, mademoiselle," he cried to her.

"You hinder me," he added by way of compelling her obedience.

She did his bidding, but only in part.