"Why so many words ?" But the Vidame went on as if he had not heard.

"I did not leave you to them," he resumed, "and yet I hate you--more than I ever hated any man yet, and I am not apt to forgive.

But now the time has come, sir, for my revenge! The oath I swore to your mistress a fortnight ago I will keep to the letter.

I--Silence, babe!" he thundered, turning suddenly, "or I will keep my word with you too!" Croisette had muttered something, and this had drawn on him the glare of Bezers' eyes.

But the threat was effectual.