Eugene," he exclaimed, turning of a sudden to his son, "you have a sword; wipe out this shame." "Shame!" echoed Genevieve.

"Oh, father, where is the shame?
If it were no shame for Andrea to marry Yvonne, surely--" "Silence!" he thundered.

"Eugene--" But Eugene answered him with a contemptuous laugh.
"You are quick enough to call upon my sword, now that things have not fallen out as you would have them.

Where are your grooms now, Monsieur ?" "Insolent hound!" cried his father indignantly.

Then, letting fall his arms with something that was near akin to a sob--"Is there no one left to do aught but mock me ?" he groaned.
But this weakness was no more than momentary.
"Out of my house, sir!" he blazed, turning upon Andrea, and for a moment methought he would have struck him.