"But we will avenge you, Marcel.

Never fear it." Then the trend of his thoughts being changed, he smiled wearily.
"By my faith, you may thank God every night of your worthless life that I came so opportunely to Toulouse, and so may that fair child whose beauty you have limned with such a lover's ardour.

Nay, never redden, Marcel.

What?
At your age, and with such a heavy score of affaires to your credit, has it been left for a simple Languedoc maiden to call a blush to your callous cheek?
Ma foi, they say truly that love is a great regenerator, a great rejuvenator!" I made him no answer other than a sigh, for his words set me thinking, and with thought came a tempering of the gay humour that had pervaded me.

Remarking this, and misreading it, he laughed outright.
"There, Marcel, never fear.