to their retreat: look in the angle of the Hotel des Tournelles."

Francois looked, and saw that Aurilly was right; it was evident
that they waited for something, perhaps to see if the duke were
really going to the Jew.

"Well, Monseigneur," continued Aurilly, "do you not think it will
be more prudent to go home?"

"Mordieu! yet it is annoying to give up."

"Yes; but it can be put off. I told your highness that the house
is taken for a year; we know the lady lodges on the first story.
We have gained her maid, and have a key which opens the door:
you may wait safely."

"You are sure that the door yielded?"

"Yes, at the third key I tried."

"Are you sure you shut it again?"

"Yes, monseigneur."

Aurilly did not feel sure, as he said, but he did not choose to
admit it.

"Well, I will go; I shall return some other time." And the duke
went away, promising to payoff the gentlemen for their interruption.