"He would not be so base!" And yet was not even this better than the blind vengeance I had myself attributed to him?
"Perhaps not," Croisette answered, while he gazed onwards through the twilight.

We were at the time the foremost of the party save the Vidame; and there was nothing to interrupt our view of his gigantic figure as he moved on alone before us with bowed shoulders.

"Perhaps not," Croisette repeated thoughtfully.

"Sometimes I think we do not understand him; and that after all there may be worse people in the world than Bezers." I looked hard at the lad, for that was not what I had meant.

"Worse ?" I said.