He came at last to consult me as to what measures might be taken to remove them, and I--nothing loath to conspire with him to so desirable end--bade him suggest to Rodenard that perhaps evil had befallen Monsieur de Bardelys, and that, instead of wasting his time at Lavedan, he were better advised to be searching the province for his master.
This counsel the Vicomte adopted, and with such excellent results that that very day--within the hour, in fact--Ganymede, aroused to a sense of his proper duty, set out in quest of me, not a little disturbed in mind--for with all his shortcomings the rascal loved me very faithfully.
That was on the third day of my sojourn at Lavedan.

On the morrow I rose, my foot being sufficiently recovered to permit it.

I felt a little weak from loss of blood, but Anatole--who, for all his evil countenance, was a kindly and gentle--servant was confident that a few days--a week at most--would see me completely restored.
Of leaving Lavedan I said nothing.

But the Vicomte, who was one of the most generous and noble hearted men that it has ever been my good fortune to meet, forestalled any mention of my departure by urging that I should remain at the chateau until my recovery were completed, and, for that matter, as long thereafter as should suit my inclinations.
"At Lavedan you will be safe, my friend," he assured me; "for, as I have told you, we are under no suspicion.

Let me urge you to remain until the King shall have desisted from further persecuting us." And when I protested and spoke of trespassing, he waived the point with a brusqueness that amounted almost to anger.
"Believe, monsieur, that I am pleased and honoured at serving one who has so stoutly served the Cause and sacrificed so much to it." At that, being not altogether dead to shame, I winced, and told myself that my behaviour was unworthy, and that I was practising a detestable deception.