. The king catcnmed.vt fupper, in (he hôtel tie Saint FoK arery knight who wifhed to partake of it; and, afterward, the dancings continued until one o'clock in the awning. Whea- tide were over, every one. retired! to his home, without guard and without fufpiçion. Sir Oliver de Cliffon remained the laft ; and, :when he had taken leave of the king, he returned to the apartment of the duke of Touraine, and alked, ' My lord, 1 you flay here to-night, or do you go to Pou-Jain's f This Poulain was treafurer to the duke of Touraine, and lived at the Croix du Tiroir, near the Silver lion. The duke replied,—c Gonflable, 1 am not de-termined whether I fhall flay or not ; but do you go, for it is high time to retire.' 4 My lord, God give you a good night P faid fir Oliver, and went away. He found his fervants and horfes Waiting for him in the fquare before the hotel ; but they had not more than eight or ten torches, which the yarlets lighted. When the conflable was mounted, and the torches were ' borne . before him, he rode down the broad flreet of Su. Ca« therine. . * . * . Sir Peter de Craon's fpies bad this day exerted themfelves, and he knew every particular relative to the conflable,—of his flaying-behind the reft of the company, the exa& number of his horfes and attendants.. He had, in confequence, quitted his hptel with his men all mounted and fecretlf armed j but there were not fix ofthenrtthb knew what 366