He had chosen the right attendant for this nocturnal visit.

Had Gaydon met with a more observant man than Whittington outside the Caprara Palace, he might have got a number of foolish suspicions into his head.
Gaydon, however, was at that moment in his bed, saying to himself that there were many matters concerning which it would be an impertinence for him to have one meddlesome thought.

By God's blessing he was a soldier and no politician.

He fell asleep comforted by that conclusion.
In the morning Edgar, the Chevalier's secretary, came privately to him.
"The King will receive you now," said he.

"Let us go." "It is broad daylight.