Suppose that all this should turn out true, and that you, I, and--and some lady--are in disguise in the midst of a howling mob shouting, 'Death to the Huguenots!' What should we do next?
Where should we go?
"It seems to me that your disguise for me is a badly chosen one.

As a monk, how could I keep with you as a beggar, still less with a woman ?" "When I bought the monk's robe I had not thought of a woman, monsieur.

That was an afterthought.

But what you say is just.

I must get you another disguise.