"But to act, I have come, madame, to liberate from this shambles the gentle lamb you hold here prisoned." At that some of the colour left her cheeks; her eyes grew startled: at last she began to realize that all was not as she had thought--as she had been given to understand .-- Still, she sought to hector it, from very instinct.
"Vertudieu!" she thundered at him.

"What mean you ?" Behind her Tressan's great plump knees were knocking one against the other.

Fool that he had been to come to Condillac that day, and to be trapped thus in her company, a partner in her guilt.

This proud Abbot who stood there uttering denunciations had some power behind him, else had he never dared to raise his voice in Condillac within call of desperate men who would give little thought to the sacredness, of his office.
"What mean you ?" she repeated--adding with a sinister smile, "in your zeal, Sir Abbot, you are forgetting that my men are within call." "So, madame, are mine," was his astounding answer, and he waved a hand towards the array of monks, all standing with bowed heads and folded arms.
At that her laughter rang shrill through the chamber.

"These poor shavelings ?" she questioned.
"Just these poor shavelings, madame," he answered, and he raised his hand again and made a sign.