14/20 "A trifling affair 'twixt M.la Boulaye and me, with which I will not trouble you." "It is not nothing, my lord," cried La Boulaye, his voice vibrating oddly. "It is that I love your daughter and that I have told her of it." He was in a very daring mood that morning. Then a flush crept into his sallow cheeks and mounted to his brow. An inarticulate grunt came from his thick lips. "Can you have presumed so far ?" He carried a riding-switch, and he seemed to grasp it now in a manner peculiarly menacing. |