Instead she assumed a suppliant air, her beautiful eyes meltingly set upon his face.
"Tressan," said she in her altered voice, "I am beset by enemies.

But you will not forsake me?
You will stand by me to the end--will you not, my friend?
I can count upon you, at least ?" "In all things, madame," he answered, under the spell of her gaze.

"What force does this man Garnache bring with him?
Have you ascertained ?" "He brings none," she answered, triumph in her glance.
"None ?" he echoed, horror in his.

"None?
Then--then--" He tossed his arms to heaven, and stood a limp and shaken thing.

She leaned forward, and regarded him stricken in surprise.
"Diable! What ails you ?" she snapped.