His back in
the dusk certainly reminded me of Louis. Bure, however, who said
he knew M. de Pavannes by sight, laughed at the idea. "Your
friend," he said, "is a wider man than that!" And I thought he
was right there--but then it might be the cut of the clothes.
"They have been at the Louvre playing paume, I'll be sworn!" he
went on. "So the Admiral must be better. The one next us was M.
de Teligny, the Admiral's son-in-law. And the other, whom you
mean, was the Comte de la Rochefoucault."
We turned as he spoke into a narrow street near the river, and
could see not far from us a mass of dark buildings which Bure
told us was the Louvre--the king's residence. Out of this street
we turned into a short one; and here Bure drew rein and rapped
loudly at some heavy gates. It was so dark that when, these
being opened, he led the way into a courtyard, we could see
little more than a tall, sharp-gabled house, projecting over us
against a pale sky; and a group of men and horses in one corner.
Bure spoke to one of the men, and begging us to dismount, said
the footman would show us to M.
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