D'Herouville Threatens and Madame Finds a Droll Book

"And you do not wish satisfaction from me?" slyly.

A fury leaped into D'Hérouville's eyes, but suddenly died away. "I am
living only with that end in view. It was very clever of you to make
them think you were taking up the Chevalier's cause. You hoodwinked
them nicely."

The vicomte played with the ends of his mustache, as was his habit.

"You say Madame de Brissac is in Quebec ?"

"Yes. And presently your own eyes shall prove the truth of my
statement."

D'Hérouville glanced at his sword, which hung upon the wall. "In
Quebec," he mused. "A lie in this case would be objectless."

"As you see. And would you believe it, there has been a love intrigue
between her and the Chevalier! There's a woman, now! How cleverly she
juggled with us all!"

"The Chevalier?"

"Yes. How you love that man! Droll, is it not? She has been
masquerading, and to this day he hasn't the slightest idea who she is."

"Come, now, Vicomte," with assumed good nature; "your purpose; out with
it."

"I am not a man to waste time, certainly."

"You will give me satisfaction, then?"

"You have but to name the day. The truth is, under the present
circumstances the world has suddenly contracted."

D'Hérouville nodded. "That is to say, it is no longer large enough for
both of us. I comprehend that perfectly."

"As I knew you would. I am exceedingly chagrined," continued the
vicomte, "at seeing you walking above the sod when, by a little more
care on my part, you would be resting neatly under it. But at that
time I had no other idea than temporarily to disable you. Could we but
see into the future sometimes!"