Chapter LXII. — TWO VARIETIES OF DEMONS

TWO VARIETIES OF DEMONS Ah,” cried Milady and Rochefort together, “it is you!” “Yes, it is I.” “And you come?” asked Milady. “From La Rochelle; and you?” “From England.” “Buckingham?” “Dead or desperately wounded, as I left without having been able to hear anything of him. A fanatic has just assassinated him.” “Ah,” said Rochefort, with a smile; “this is a fortunate chance—one that will delight his Eminence! Have you informed him of it?” “I wrote to him from Boulogne. But what brings you here?” “His Eminence was un…