At the last moment he turned and beckoned the Vicomte to his side.
"As God lives, Monsieur de Lavedan," he swore, breathing heavily in the fury that beset him, "you shall bitterly regret having taken sides to-day with that Gascon bully.

Remember me, both of you, when you are journeying to Toulouse." The Vicomte stood beside him, impassive and unmoved by that grim threat, for all that to him it must have sounded like a death-sentence.
"Adieu, monsieur--a speedy recovery," was all he answered.
But I stepped up to them.

"Do you not think, Vicomte, that it were better to detain him ?" I asked.
"Pshaw!" he ejaculated.

"Let him go." The Chevalier's eyes met mine in a look of terror.

Perhaps already that young man repented him of his menace, and he realized the folly of threatening one in whose power he still chanced to be.
"Bethink you, monsieur," I cried.