de Rochefoucauld ?" "They are dealing with M.le Comte now, I believe," Tavannes answered.
"He had his chance and cast it away." And he began to eat.
The man at the table shuddered.

The woman continued to look before her, but her lips moved as if she prayed.

Suddenly a rush of feet, a roar of voices surged past the window; for a moment the glare of the torches, which danced ruddily on the walls of the room, showed a severed head borne above the multitude on a pike.

Mademoiselle, with a low cry, made an effort to rise, but Count Hannibal grasped her wrist, and she sank back half fainting.

Then the nearer clamour sank a little, and the bells, unchallenged, flung their iron tongues above the maddened city.