You cannot say that you have not been warned." Catenac stood with his head bent upon his breast, rooted to the ground with terror.

He felt that he was bound, and gagged, and fettered hand and foot.

Mascarin swallowed some of the cooling draught that stood before him, and tranquilly commenced,-- "Suppose, Catenac, that I were to tell you that I know far more of the Champdoce matter than you do; for, after all, your knowledge is only derived from what the Duke has told you.

You think that you have hit upon the truth; you were never more mistaken in your life.

I, perhaps you are unaware, have been many years engaged in this matter.