Angelique rushed to meet him, crying-- "Ah! Monsieur le duc, is it you ?" "What is this I hear, Angelique ?" said the Duc de Vitry.

"I was told below that three men had visited you this evening; but only two have gone out--where is the third?
Ha! I do not need long to find him," he added, as he caught sight of the chevalier, who stood his ground bravely enough.
"In Heaven's name!" cried Angelique,--"in Heaven's name, listen to me!" "No, no, not a word.

Just now I am not questioning you.

Who are you, sir ?" The chevalier's teasing and bantering disposition made him even at that critical moment insensible to fear, so he retorted insolently-- "Whoever I please to be, sir; and on my word I find the tone in which you put your question delightfully amusing." The duke sprang forward in a rage, laying his hand on his sword.
Angelique tried in vain to restrain him.
"You want to screen him from my vengeance, you false one!" said he, retreating a few steps, so as to guard the door.

"Defend your life, sir!" "Do you defend yours!" Both drew at the same moment.
Two shrieks followed, one in the room, the other behind the tapestry, for neither Angelique nor the widow had been able to restrain her alarm as the two swords flashed in air.