Parisians." "Which Henry?" asked La Mole. "It seems to me there is only one," replied the landlord. "You are mistaken; there is another, whom I desire you do not speak ill of, and that is Henry of Navarre; and then there is Henry de Condé, who has his share of merit." "I do not know them," said the landlord. "But I do; and as I am on my way to the King of Navarre, I desire you not to speak slightingly of him before me." The landlord replied by merely touching his cap, and continued to lavish his assiduities on Coconnas: "So monsieur is going to see the great Duc de Guise? Monsieur is a very fortunate gentleman; he has come, no doubt, for"— "What?" asked Coconnas. "For the festivity," replied the host, with a singular smile. "You should say for the festivities," replied Coconnas; "for Paris, I hear, runs riot with festivals; at least there is nothing talked about but balls, festivals, and orgies. Does not every one find plenty of amusement?" "A moderate amount, but they will have more soon, I hope." "But the marriage of his majesty the King of Navarre has brought a great many people to Paris, has it not?" said La Mole. "A great many Huguenots—yes," replied La Hurière, but suddenly changing his tone: "Pardon me, gentlemen," said he, "perhaps you are of that religion?" "I," cried Coconnas, "I am as good a Catholic as the pope himself." La Hurière looked at La Mole, but La Mole did not or would not comprehend him. "If you do not know the King of Navarre, Maître La Hurière," said La Mole, "perhaps you know the admiral. I have heard he has some influence at court, and as I have letters for him, perhaps you will tell me where he lives, if his name does not take the skin off your lips." "He did live in the Rue de Béthizy down