So, led by De Saumaise, who was by now in a most genial state of mind, the roisterers trailed across the room toward the dining-hall, laughing and grumbling over their gains and losses at the Corne d'Abondance.

The Chevalier, who straggled in last, alone caught the impressive tableau at the other end of the salon; the two Jesuits and the Indian, their faces _en silhouette_, a thread of reflected fire following the line of their profiles, and the white head of the marquis.

When the young priest turned and the light from the chandelier fell full upon his face, the Chevalier started.

So did Brother Jacques, though he quickly assumed a disquieting calm as he returned the Chevalier's salutation.
"What is he doing here ?" murmured the Chevalier.

"Devil take him and his eyes;" and passed on into the dining-hall.
When the Jesuits and their Indian convert departed, the marquis resumed his former position, his chin on his hands, his hands resting on his cane.