Behold how I use it in your own interests; observe how generously I shall deal with you who deal in murder.

Monsieur de Tressan," he called briskly.

The Seneschal started forward as if some one had prodded him suddenly.
"Mu--monsieur ?" said he.
"With you, too, will I return good for evil.

Come hither." The Seneschal approached, wondering what was about to take place.

The Marquise watched his coming, a cold glitter in her eye, for--keener of mental vision than Tressan--she already knew the hideous purpose that was in Garnache's mind.
The soldiers grinned; the Abbot looked on with an impassive face.
"The Marquise de Condillac is likely to be homeless henceforth," said the Parisian, addressing the Seneschal.