she returned to her chamber, and found the duke at the door of the cabinet. The sight of him almost touched her with remorse. The duke was grave, and his knitted brow bespoke bitter reflection. "Marguerite is neutral to-day," he said; "in a week Marguerite will be hostile." "Ah! you have been listening?" said Marguerite. "What else could I do in the cabinet?" "And did you find that I behaved otherwise than the Queen of Navarre should behave?" "No; but differently from the way in which the mistress of the Duc de Guise should behave." "Sir," replied the queen, "I may not love my husband, but no one has the right to require me to betray him. Tell me honestly: would you reveal the secrets of the Princesse de Porcian, your wife?" "Come, come, madame," answered the duke, shaking his head, "this is very well; I see that you do not love me as in those days when you disclosed to me the plot of the King against me and my party." "The King was strong and you were weak; Henry is weak and you are strong. You see I always play a consistent part." "Only you pass from one camp to another." "That was a right I acquired, sir, in saving your life." "Good, madame; and as when lovers separate, they return all the gifts that have passed between them, I will save your life, in my turn, if ever the need arises, and we shall be quits." And the duke bowed and left the room, nor did Marguerite attempt to retain him. In the antechamber he found Gillonne, who guided him to the window on the ground floor, and in the fosse he found his page, with whom he returned to the Hôtel de Guise. Marguerite, in a dreamy mood, went to the opened window. "What a marriage night!" she murmured to herself; "the husband flees from me—the lover forsakes me!" At that moment, coming from the Tour de Bois, and going up toward the Moulin de la Monnaie, on the