Gaspard flung him a piece of gold, and he bowed himself out. "Bonne fortune, lordships," were his parting words. "'Twill be a great night for our Lord Christ and our Lord King."
"And his lord the Devil," said Champernoun. "What madness has taken your good France? These are Spanish manners, and they sicken me. Cockades and signals and such-like flummery!
The other's face had grown sober. "For certain hell is afoot to-night. It is the Admiral they seek. The Guisards and their reiters and a pack of 'prentices maddened by sermons. I would to God he were in the Palace with the King of Navarre and the young Conde."