"What will you! What is it ?" "I would take your place," La Tribe answered quietly.
"My place ?" "Yes." "What, are we too many ?" "We are enough without you, M.Tignonville," the minister answered.
"These men, who have wrongs to avenge, God will justify them." Tignonville's eyes sparkled with anger.

"And have I no wrongs to avenge ?" he cried.

"Is it nothing to lose my mistress, to be robbed of my wife, to see the woman I love dragged off to be a slave and a toy?
Are these no wrongs ?" "He spared your life, if he did not save it," the minister said solemnly.
"And hers.

And her servants." "To suit himself." La Tribe spread out his hands.
"To suit himself! And for that you wish him to go free ?" Tignonville cried in a voice half-choked with rage.

"Do you know that this man, and this man alone, stood forth in the great Hall of the Louvre, and when even the King flinched, justified the murder of our people?
After that is he to go free ?" "At your hands," La Tribe answered quietly.