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`` Were I in your position , '' he answered musingly , `` I know how I would be treated , and , pardieu ! come what may I shall deal with you accordingly . You may go to your assignation , M. de Luynes , and may God prosper you . '' And thus it came to pass that shortly after eight o'clock , albeit a prisoner , I rode into the courtyard of the Lys de France , and , alighting , I stepped across the threshold of the inn , and strode up to a table at which I had espied Michelot . He sat nursing a huge measure of wine , into the depths of which he was gazing pensively , with an expression so glum upon his weather-beaten countenance that it defies depicting . So deep was he in his meditations , that albeit I stood by the table surveying him for a full minute , he took no heed of me . `` Allons , Michelot ! ''