Scaramouche

at all the curious eyes that followed him through the village, and the whisperings that marked hi

several shelves of neglected volumes, from which it derived its title, but implements of the chase - fowling-pieces, powder-horns, hunting-bags, sheath-knives - obtruded far more

was already informed, as he announced at once, of what had taken place at the Breton arme. M.

r is a hard man, and he feels very strongly in these matters. He may be right. I don't know. I have never killed a man for holding different views

ndre–Louis, "is what is to be done." He was q

red at him blankly

? From what I am told, Vilmorin wen

ery grossest

icates his views of life, destroys the simplicity which makes for peace of mind and happiness. Let this miserable affair be a warning to you, Andre. You are, yourself, too prone to these new-fashioned speculations upon a different constitution of the social order. You see what comes of it

a lessening of the hopes, never too sangui

dead, and none for that of the murderer. It does not seem

iou. "My God, boy, you are spe

ominable murder he h

apply such terms to him. I cannot permit it. M. le Marquis is my frie

ng this?" aske

iou was fran

t. But I have no right to condemn it. It is a comm

lly beli

Should I say a thing that I don't b

l,' is the King's la

quarrel with me, I thin

ed. He invited Philippe to discuss the matter further, with the deliberate intent of forcing a quarrel upon him and killing him.

, M. de Kercadiou's pale eyes fell away. He turne

to decide such an issue. And we h

ve courts

e him again. "And what court of justice, do you think, w

t of the King's Li

e King's Lieutenant

sieur. But if you were t

rcadiou's pale eyes were wide

ppened here o

who has come to this end through meddling in what did not concern him. The language he used here to M. le Marquis on the score of Mabey

re–Louis, on a no

at the devil

ve to depend upo

do you propose to

and lay the facts befor

in Rennes already on the score of these crazy States General, with which the wonderful M. Necker is to repair the finances of the kingd

nsieur my godfather

oing?" was the q

nt. To Rennes

to me, Andre," he reasoned. "This is sheer knight-errantry - moonshine, lunacy. You'll come to no good by it if you persist. You've read 'Don Quixote,' and what happened to

ooked at him,

day which it would d

y?" Impetuous as he was inconsequent, M. de Kercadiou was b

with the King'

assistance," the seigneur stormed. He was very angry now. "Since you choose to dis

th a touch of irony,

d he, from the threshold, "I may see what can be d

d'Azyr. He was disposed to be angry with them both. He found these headstrong, wilful men who relentlessly followed their own impulses very disturbing and irritating. Himself he loved his ease,