She had her letter and apparently found it satisfactory.

At any rate we saw nothing of her.

Madame Claude was busy boiling simples, and tending the messenger's hurts.
And it seemed natural that I should take command.
There could be no doubt--at any rate we had none that the assault on the courier had taken place at the Vidame's instance.

The only wonder was that he had not simply cut his throat and taken the letter.

But looking back now it seems to me that grown men mingled some childishness with their cruelty in those days--days when the religious wars had aroused our worst passions.