What went he there to do?
To play the spy?
To become fellow to the lackey who listens at keyholes?
Ah, no! That was something no service could demand of him.

He might owe a duty to the Queen, but there was also a duty that he owed himself, and this duty forbade him from going to such extremes.

Thus spake his Pride, and he mistook its voice for that of Honour.

Betide what might, it was not for Garnache to play the eavesdropper.

Not that, Pardieu! And so he turned away, his desires in conflict with that pride of his, and gloomily he paced the courtyard, Arsenio marvelling what might have come to him.