She is paying us to keep the secret, but not a fortune would tempt me if I thought the Seigneur were ever likely to hear of it.

He must be got away from Bellecour; indeed, he must be got out of Picardy at once, Monsieur.

And you must promise me that this shall be done or we will carry him back to the Chateau and tell the Marquis that he has suddenly revived.

I must insist, Monsieur; for if ever it should transpire that he was not dead the Seigneur would hang us." The stranger's weak eyes seemed to kindle in anger, and his lips curled until they exaggerated the already preposterous tilt of his nose.
"He would hang you, eh ?" said he.

"Ma foi, Duhamel, we shall change all this very soon, I promise you." "God knows it needs changing," growled Duhamel.