"I remember; I told you he was both. But he was called Borroville."

"Yes, monseigneur; but now he is a monk, and Borromée."

"Borroville a monk! and why so?"

"That is our secret, monseigneur; you shall know hereafter, but now let
us see him, for his visit disquiets me."

"Why, Borroville," cried the duke, laughing, as he entered; "what a
disguise!"

"Yes, monseigneur, I am not much at my ease in this devil of a dress, I
confess; but, as it is worn in the service of her highness, I do not
complain."

"And what do you want so late?"

"I could not come sooner; I have all the priory on my hands."

"Well! now speak."

"M. le Duc, the king is sending succors to the Duc d'Anjou."

"Bah! we have heard that the last three years."

"Yes; but this time it is certain. At two o'clock this morning, M. de
Joyeuse set out for Rouen; he is to take ship to Dieppe, and convey
three thousand men to Antwerp."