Will you take a turn with me down yonder by the river ?" There was a serious, almost nervous look on his comely face, which arrested my attention.

I dropped the foils, and taking his arm I went with him as he bade me.

We seated ourselves on the grass by the edge of the gurgling waters, and he began: "It is now two months since we came to Blois: I, to pay my court to the wealthy Mademoiselle de Canaples; you, to watch over and protect me--nay, you need not interrupt me.

Michelot has told me what St.Auban sought here, and the true motives of your journey to St.Sulpice.

Never shall I be able to sufficiently prove my gratitude to you, my poor Gaston.