are given for this evening,” said the coadjutor, “but the violins will not begin to play until to-morrow morning.”
“You may reckon upon me and upon fifty soldiers which the Chevalier d’Humieres has promised me whenever I need them.”
“Upon fifty soldiers?”
“Yes, he is making recruits and he will lend them to me; if any are missing when the fete is over, I shall replace them.”
“Good, my dear Rochefort; but that is not all.
What have you done with Monsieur de Beaufort?”
“He is in Vendome, where he will wait until I write to him to return to Paris.”