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After what has happened you will refuse to meet the Chevalier." "I certainly shall." "I am at your service," said the vicomte. "D'Halluys," cried the poet, "you have no right to interfere." "Stand aside, Monsieur de Saumaise." The vicomte pressed the poet back. "Vicomte," said D'Hérouville, "I will not fight you to-night." "I am certain. Here is a phrase which leaves no misunderstanding."

The Iroquois had fallen asleep in a chair close to the fire. In a far corner Victor discovered the form of the Vicomte d'Halluys; he was apparently sleeping on his arms, which were extended across the table. "Why do I dislike that man?" Victor asked in thought. "There is something in his banter which strikes me as coming from a man consumed either by hate or envy."

"If only you loved some one of these noble gentlemen!" "D'Hérouville, a swashbuckler; D'Halluys, a gamester; Du Cévennes, a fop. Truly, you can not wish me so unfortunate as that?" "Besides, Monsieur du Cévennes does not know nor love you." "I suppose not. How droll it would be if I should set about making him fall in love with me! to bring him to my feet and tell him who I am and laugh!"

He was grateful for the cool of the morning air. Down below he saw the Vicomte d'Halluys tramping about in company with some soldiers. The Jesuit stared at that picturesque face. Where had he seen it prior to that night at the Corne d'Abondance?

At the window of the sentry-box was the Marquis d'Halluys, who watched me walking up and down by the fosse. The rampart was fringed with people who shouted incessantly, 'Hurrah for the king! hurrah for the princes! None of your Mazarin! I could not help calling out to them, 'Go to the Hotel de Ville and get the gate opened to me! The captain made signs that he had not the keys.

Nothing, save that if you do not at once stand aside I shall call for aid. Your impertinence is even greater than Monsieur d'Halluys'. I wonder at your courage in thus addressing me." "I am not a patient man, Madame," coming closer. "I have publicly vowed my love for you, and Heaven nor hell shall keep me from you." "Not even myself?

The marquis mused a while, but the riddle remained elusive and unexplained. He struck the bell to summon Jehan. "Announce to Monsieur le Comte my desire to hold speech with him, immediately." "With Monsieur le Comte?" cried Jehan. "Ass! must I repeat a command?" Jehan hurried away, nearly overcome by surprise. "A toast!" said the Vicomte d'Halluys: "the Chevalier's return to Paris and to favor!"

D'Hérouville was again out of hospital; and De Leviston had stolen quietly away to Montreal, where he was shortly to succumb to the plague. Only three persons knew of the remarkable conflict between the marquis and D'Hérouville: the son, Brother Jacques, and the Vicomte d'Halluys, who possessed that mysterious faculty of finding out many things of which the majority were unaware.

"He departs the scene;" but the smile was on his lips alone. "Then, there is the Vicomte d'Halluys; he, too, has offended me." "The vicomte?" Challenge the vicomte, who had put D'Hérouville in the hospital that night of the fatal supper? "Ah!" said madame; "you hesitate! And yet you ask me to put you to the test!"

"Success to your journey," said Anne, frankly holding out a hand. But she was visibly distressed as she glanced at her companion. "Is the Vicomte d'Halluys going to Spain also?" smiling. Victor shrugged. "He professes to have business in Quebec. That beautiful Paris has grown so unhealthy!" "Quebec?" The woman in the grey mask spun on her heels. "Monsieur, did I hear you say Quebec?"