Yet I knew him, and Carford knew him.

Carford shrank back, I bowed, and we both bared our heads.

M.de Perrencourt advanced into the room, fixing his eyes on Carford.
"My lord," he said, "when I decline a gentleman's services I am not to be forced into accepting them, and when I say a gentleman shall go with me he goes.

Have you a quarrel with me on that account ?" Carford found no words in which to answer him, but his eyes told that he would have given the world to draw his sword against M.de Perrencourt, or, indeed, against the pair of us.

A gesture of the newcomer's arm motioned him to the door.