"Monsieur de Chatellerault is not quite himself." But my speech again drew his attention to my presence; and the wonder grew in his eyes at finding me there, for to him I was still Lesperon the rebel, and he marvelled naturally that I should be at large.
Then in the corridor there was a sound of steps and voices, and as I turned I beheld in the doorway, behind Saint-Eustache, the faces of Castelroux, Mironsac, and my old acquaintance, the babbling, irresponsible buffoon, La Fosse.

From Mironsac he had heard of my presence in Toulouse, and, piloted by Castelroux, they were both come to seek me out.

I'll swear it was not thus they had looked to find me.
They pushed their way into the room, impelling Saint-Eustache forward, and there were greetings exchanged and felicitations, whilst Chatellerault, curbing his disorder, drew the Chevalier into a corner of the room, and stood there listening to him.
At length I heard the Count exclaim-- "Do as you please, Chevalier.

If you have interests of your own to serve, serve them.

As for myself--I am past being interested." "But why, monsieur ?" the chevalier inquired.
"Why ?" echoed Chatellerault, his ferocity welling up again.