He thought so and I thought so, and what was more to the purpose the most noble Raoul de Bezers thought so too.

You understand!" He leered at me and I did understand.

I understood that unwittingly I had rid Blaise Bure of a rival.

This accounted for the respectful, almost the kindly way in which he had--well, deceived us.
"That is all," he said.

"If you want as much done for you, let me know.