But understand at least that my Picardy estates are yours.

Only, monsieur, you will be well advised to make your will forthwith, for you are not destined, yourself, to enjoy them." He looked at me, his glance charged with inquiry.
"His Majesty," I continued, in answer to his glance, "is ordering your arrest for betraying the trust he had reposed in you and for perverting the ends of justice to do your own private murdering." "Mon Dieu!" he cried, falling of a sudden unto a most pitiful affright.
"The King knows ?" "Knows ?" I laughed.

"In the excitement of these other matters you have forgotten to ask how I come to be at liberty.

I have been to the King, monsieur, and I have told him what has taken place here at Toulouse, and how I was to have gone to the block tomorrow!" "Scelerat!" he cried.

"You have ruined me!" Rage and grief were blent in his accents.