That counter-blast of passion and that plain speaking from a quarter so unexpected served, in part at least, to sober him.

He understood the thing that had happened, the thing that already he suspected must have happened; but he understood too that he alone was to blame for it--he and his cursed temper.
"Who--who fooled me ?" he stammered.
"Gaubert--the fellow that calls himself Gaubert.

He and his friends.
They fooled you away.

Then Gaubert returned with a tale that you had been killed and that there was a disturbance in the Champs aux Capuchins.

Monsieur de Tressan was here, as ill-luck would have it, and Gaubert implored him to send soldiers thither to quell the riot.
He dispatched the escort.