"And Teligny?"

"Him also."

"M. de Rochefoucauld?"

"They are dealing with M. le Comte now, I believe," Tavannes answered.
"He had his chance and cast it away." And he began to eat.

The man at the table shuddered. The woman continued to look before her,
but her lips moved as if she prayed. Suddenly a rush of feet, a roar of
voices surged past the window; for a moment the glare of the torches,
which danced ruddily on the walls of the room, showed a severed head
borne above the multitude on a pike. Mademoiselle, with a low cry, made
an effort to rise, but Count Hannibal grasped her wrist, and she sank
back half fainting. Then the nearer clamour sank a little, and the
bells, unchallenged, flung their iron tongues above the maddened city. In
the east the dawn was growing; soon its grey light would fall on cold
hearths, on battered doors and shattered weapons, on hordes of wretches
drunk with greed and hate.

When he could be heard, "What are you going to do with us?" the man asked
hoarsely.

"That depends," Count Hannibal replied, after a moment's thought.

"On what?"

"On Mademoiselle de Vrillac."