TEN THOUSAND LIVRES IN A POCKET The Chevalier, who had merely closed his eyes, opened them and looked up inquiringly.

"Breton," he said, "return in half an hour." Breton laid aside his book and departed.

"Now, my father and my brother," began the Chevalier lightly, "what is it you have to say to me the importance of which necessitates the exclusion of my servant ?" "I wish to do you a service, Monsieur." "That is kind of you.

And what may this service be ?" "A simple warning." "Ah!" "The Comte d'Herouville has no love for you." "Nor I for him." The Chevalier drew the coverlet to his chin and stared through the square port-hole.
"When we land you will still be weak." "Not so weak that I can not stand." "All this means that you will fight him ?" "It does." "A woman ?" "A woman, a vulgar jest and a glass of wine.

Monsieur le Comte and myself have been forbidden to meet under the pain of indefinite imprisonment.