"How dare you--such as you--meddle with matters of the nobility?
Matters that do not concern you?
Trouble! I see trouble hanging over this house, Mirepoix! Much trouble!" The miserable fellow trembled visibly under the covert threat.

His face grew pale.

His lips quivered.

He seemed fascinated by the priest's gaze.

"I am a faithful son of the church," he muttered; but his voice shook so that the words were scarcely audible.