Pavannes did, and murmured bitterly, "We may say our prayers, we Huguenots.

That is our death-warrant.

To-morrow night there will not be one left in Paris, lad.

Guise has his father's death to avenge, and these cursed Parisians will do his bidding like the wolves they are! The Baron de Rosny warned us of this, word for word.
I would to Heaven we had taken his advice!" "Stay!" I cried--he was going too fast for me--"stay!" His monstrous conception, though it marched some way with my own suspicions, outran them far! I saw no sufficient grounds for it.

"The King--the king would not permit such a thing, M.de Pavannes," I argued.
"Boy, you are blind!" he rejoined impatiently, for now he saw all and I nothing.