I confess it.
"Listen!" he continued harshly, coming back and taking his place in front of us at last, his manner more violent than before the interruption.

"I might have left you to die in that hell yonder! And I did not leave you.

I had but to hold my hand and you would have been torn to pieces! The wolf, however, does not hunt with the rats, and a Bezers wants no help in his vengeance from king or CANAILLE! When I hunt my enemy down I will hunt him alone, do you hear?
And as there is a heaven above me"-- he paused a moment--"if I ever meet you face to face again, M.de Pavannes, I will kill you where you stand!" He paused, and the murmur of the crowd without came to my ears; but mingled with and heightened by some confusion in my thoughts.

I struggled feebly with this, seeing a rush of colour to Croisette's face, a lightening in his eyes as if a veil had been raised from before them.

Some confusion--for I thought I grasped the Vidame's meaning; yet there he was still glowering on his victim with the same grim visage, still speaking in the same rough tone.