to be the Chevalier du Cevennes till the end?
Ah well!" How often man over-reaches himself in the gratification of an ignoble revenge! "We all have our pastimes," went on the marquis, deepening the abyss into which he was finally to fall.

"You were mine.

I had intended to send you about some years ago; but I was lonely, and there was something in your spirit which amused me.

You tickled my fancy.

But now, I am weary; the pastime palls; you no longer amuse." The Chevalier stood in the midst of chaos.