"You would give me to the knife and fire?
_Mon Dieu_! is this the end of all your vows ?" She smiled, a cold, cruel smile, her eyes burning.
"I did not say you," tauntingly.

"There is another here." He drew away from her grasp, lips ashen, eyes unbelieving.
"Eloise! _Mon Dieu_! not Eloise ?" "And if not Eloise, what then, Monsieur ?" The low voice hardened, becoming oddly metallic.

"The wolves cry for blood--French blood.

Is it your wish to die together?
_Pardi_! if it be between you two, am I to have no choice which one I deliver?
Why should you shrink back like a baby at first sight of blood?
I thought you a soldier, a man.

Did you not tell me you loved her no longer?
did you not swear it with your lips to mine ?" He made no response, staring at her with eyes full of unbelief, the hideous uproar clanging about them in ceaseless volume.