Here a mob of
armed servants, of lacqueys, and footboys, some bearing torches, and some
carrying their masters' cloaks and _galoshes_, loitered to and fro. Had
M. de Tignonville been a little more observant, or a trifle less occupied
with his own importance, he might have noted more than one face which
looked darkly on him; he might have caught more than one overt sneer at
his expense. But in the business of summoning Carlat--Mademoiselle de
Vrillac's steward and major-domo--he lost the contemptuous
"Christaudins!" that hissed from a footboy's lips, and the "Southern
dogs!" that died in the moustachios of a bully in the livery of the
King's brother. He was engaged in finding the steward, and in aiding him
to cloak his mistress; then with a ruffling air, a new acquirement, which
he had picked up since he came to Paris, he made a way for her through
the crowd. A moment, and the three, followed by half a dozen armed
servants, bearing pikes and torches, detached themselves from the throng,
and crossing the courtyard, with its rows of lighted windows, passed out
by the gate between the Tennis Courts, and so into the Rue des Fosses de
St. Germain.
Before them, against a sky in which the last faint glow of evening still
contended with the stars, the spire and pointed arches of the church of
St.
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