Eh!
well, some one would take the journey with him; he would not set out
alone. And madame! He was unnerved for a moment.
"Diane," he said, "forgive me as easily as I forgive you," he said
quietly. "And pray for us both. I shall be too busy."
She fell upon her knees, folding her hands across her heaving bosom.
Her lips moved, but without sound. She saw, possibly, farther into
this dark design than the Chevalier. Women love brave men, even as
brave men love woman's beauty; and persistently into her prayers stole
the thought that this man who was about to defend her honor with his
life was among the bravest. A sob choked her.
"D'Herouville, you black scoundrel, why do you come so slowly?"
challenged the Chevalier. "The single window is too small for a man to
crawl through. Think you to pass this way?"
"I am going to try!" cried D'Herouville, triumphantly. How well
everything had turned out. "Now, men, stand back a little; there will
be some sword play."
"I'll engage the four of you in the open, if madame is permitted to go
free." The Chevalier urged, this simply to gain time. He knew what
the answer would be.
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