will kill me."

"Voice from the side, you mean," said Chicot.

"How I voice from the side?"

"Yes; can you not hear that the voice comes from that wall,
Henri?--the angel lodges in the Louvre."

"Blasphemer!"

"Why, it is honorable for you; but you do not seem to recognize
it. Go and visit him; he is only separated from you by that
partition."

A ray of the moon falling on Chicot's face, showed it to the
king so laughing and amused, that he said, "What! you dare to
laugh?"

"Yes, and so will you in a minute. Be reasonable, and do as I
tell you. Go and see if the angel be not in the next room."

"But if he speak again?"

"Well, I am here to answer. He is vastly credulous. For the last
quarter of an hour I have been talking, and he has not recognized
me. It is not clever!"

Henri frowned. "I begin to believe you are right, Chicot," said
he.