Medand, in
the Priory of the Benedictines, giving title and revenue to the Abbe
St. Leu, which had contained no monks ever since the time of the
Huguenots. He could go into Paris and return again before his turn
to change guard was likely to come.
Should I send him, or should I thus only lose a protector? He so far
reassured me that he said his comrades were, like himself, resolved
not to proceed to extremities with the widow of their captain--above
all in a chapel. They would take care not to exert all their
strength, and if they could, without breach of discipline, they would
defend me.
I decided. I knew not where my sister might be searching, or if she
might not be likewise a prisoner; so I directed him first to the
house of M. Darpent, who was more likely to know what to do than Sir
Francis Ommaney. Besides, the Rue des Marmousets, where stood Maison
Darpent, was not far off.
I heard a great clock strike four, five, six, seven, eight o'clock,
and by and by there was a parley. M. de Lamont opened the door of
the chapel, and as I shuddered and kept my arm on my patroness, he
implored me to believe that no injury was intended to me--the queen
of his thoughts, or some such nonsense--I might understand that by
the presence of my brother-in-law. He only besought me not to hurt
my precious health, but to leave the cold chapel for a room that had
been prepared for me, and where I should find food.
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