Of course he would go to Boulogne at once.

The duel was to take place there, Candeille had told her that...

adding that she thought she, Marguerite, would wish to go with him.
To go with him! Heavens above! was not that the only real, tangible thought in that whirling chaos which was raging in her mind?
To go with him! Surely there must be some means of reaching him yet! Fate, Nature, God Himself would never permit so monstrous a thing as this: that she should be parted from her husband, now when his life was not only in danger, but forfeited already...

lost...

a precious thing all but gone from this world.
Percy was going to Boulogne...