I am the victim of a miserable chain of circumstances.

Oh, I can say no more! These Marsacs I shall easily pacify.

I am to meet Monsieur de Marsac at Grenade on the day after to-morrow.

In my pocket I have a letter from this living sword-blade, in which he tells me that he will give himself the pleasure of killing me then.

Yet--" "I hope he does, monsieur!" she cut in, with a fierceness before which I fell dumb and left my sentence unfinished.