I then turned round, and perceived that the Abbe had left his sword behind.

"How is this ?" I said, pointing to his unarmed side, "have you not come hither to renew our engagement ?" "No!" answered Montreuil, "I repent me of my sudden haste, and I have resolved to deny myself all further possibility of unseemly warfare.
That letter, young man, I still demand from you; I demanded it from your own sense of honour and of right: it was written by me; it was not intended for your eye; it contains secrets implicating the lives of others besides myself; now, read it if you will." "You are right, Sir," said I, after a short pause; "there is the letter; never shall it be said of Morton Devereux that he hazarded his honour to secure his safety.

But the tie between us is broken now and forever!" So saying, I flung down the debated epistle, and strode away.

I re-entered the great hall.

I saw by one of the windows a sheet of paper; I picked it up, and perceived that it was the envelope in which the letter had been enclosed.