. . ."
"Monsieur le Comte?" bewildered.
"Yes; you should not have run away with him as you did."
"Had I told you, you would have prevented my coming," Breton confessed.
"You would have saved Monsieur le Marquis and myself a great deal of
trouble."
"But Monsieur le Chevalier was in trouble, too. I could not leave him."
"Which speaks well for your heart, lad, but not for your reason. Where
is Monsieur le Comte?"
"At Three Rivers; a day and a night's ride from here, with good
paddlers."
"Good. We shall start out in the morning."
"To bring him back to France?"
"Nothing less, lad. The count has been greatly wronged by Monsieur le
Marquis, and it is to be set to rights forthwith. Can you read?"
"Yes."
"Here is a letter which Monsieur le Cure wrote at Perigny. It was from
old Martin's daughter."
"God bless you, Monsieur," cried the happy Breton. He would have
shouted for joy had not the quiet dignity of the old lackey put a
damper on his enthusiasm.
"Monsieur le Comte was well when last you saw him?"
"Yes; physically."
"He is troubled?"
"Who would not be?" burst forth Breton, indignantly.
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