Go your way.
But--I have a son yonder not much younger than you, young gentlemen.
And if you had understood, I should have said to you, 'Do not go! There are enough sheep for the shearer!'" He was turning away with this oracular saying when Croisette touched his sleeve.

"Pray can you tell us if it be true," the lad said eagerly, "that the Admiral de Coligny was wounded yesterday ?" "It is true," the other answered, turning his grave eyes on his questioner, while for a moment his stern look failed him, "It is true, my boy," he added with an air of strange solemnity.

"Whom the Lord loveth, He chasteneth.

And, God forgive me for saying it, whom He would destroy, He first maketh mad." He had gazed with peculiar favour at Croisette's girlish face, I thought: Marie and I were dark and ugly by the side of the boy.

But he turned from him now with a queer, excited gesture, thumping his gold-headed cane on the floor.