He stood a moment speaking to M.Francois, however, and then, accompanied by him, advanced boldly to meet me, a lean smile on his face.
'Father Antoine,' M.d'Agen said politely,' tells me that he knows you, M.de Marsac, and desires to speak to you, MAL-A-PROPOS as is the occasion.' 'And I to him,' I answered, trembling with rage, and only restraining by an effort the impulse which would have had me dash my hand in the priest's pale, smirking face.

'I have waited long for this moment,' I continued, eyeing him steadily, as M.Francois withdrew out of hearing, 'and had you tried to avoid me, I would have dragged you back, though all your tribe were here to protect you.' His presence so maddened me that I scarcely knew what I said.

I felt my breath come quickly, I felt the blood surge to my head, and it was with difficulty I restrained myself when he answered with well-affected sanctity, 'Like mother, like son, I fear, sir.

Huguenots both.' I choked with rage.

What!' I said, 'you dare to threaten me as you threatened my mother?
Fool! know that only to-day for the purpose of discovering and punishing you I took the rooms in which my mother died.' 'I know it,' he answered quietly.