As he let the dainty fabric fall, he explained himself.

"He had, as I told him, a too dangerous gift of eloquence." And he turned away, leaving completest understanding with Andre-Louis.
Still supporting the limp, draining body, the young man called to him.
"Come back, you cowardly murderer, and make yourself quite safe by killing me too!" The Marquis half turned, his face dark with anger.

Then M.de Chabrillane set a restraining hand upon his arm.

Although a party throughout to the deed, the Chevalier was a little appalled now that it was done.

He had not the high stomach of M.de La Tour d'Azyr, and he was a good deal younger.
"Come away," he said.