r, I can advance nothing but my prayers and the assurance
that a hideous mistake is being made."

"What is your interest in this Monsieur de Lesperon?"

"He is not Monsieur de Lesperon," she cried.

"But, since you cannot tell me who he is, you must be content that we
speak of him at least as Lesperon," said he, and I could imagine the
evil grin with which he would accompany the words.

The better that you may appreciate that which followed, let me here
impart to you the suspicions which were already sinking into my mind, to
be changed later into absolute convictions touching the course the Count
intended to pursue concerning me. The sudden arrival of the King had
thrown him into some measure of panic, and no longer daring to carry out
his plans concerning me, it was his object, I made no doubt, to set me
at liberty that very evening. Ere he did so, however, and presuming upon
my ignorance of His Majesty's presence in Toulouse, Chatellerault would
of a certainty have bound me down by solemn promise--making that promise
the price of my liberty and my life--to breathe no word of my captivity
and trial. No doubt, his cunning brain would have advanced me plausible
and convincing reasons so to engage myself.

He had not calculated upon Castelroux, nor that the King should already
have heard of my detention. Now that Roxalanne came to entreat him to do
that which already he saw himself forced to do, he turned his attention
to the profit that he might derive from her interestedness on my behalf.
I could guess also something of the jealous rage that must fill him at
this signal proof of my success with her, and already I anticipated, I
think, the bargain that he would drive.

"Tell me, then," he was repeating, "what is your interest in this
gentleman?"

There was a silence. I could imagine her gentle face clouded with the
trouble that sprang from devising an' answer to that question; I could
picture her innocent eyes cast down, her delicate cheeks pinked by some
measure of shame, as at last, in a low, stifled voice, the four words
broke from her "I love him, monsieur."

Ah, Dieu! To hear her confess it so! If yesternight it had stirred me to
the very depths of my poor, sinful soul to have her say so much to me,
how infinitely more did it not affect me to overhear this frank avowal
of it to another! And to think that she was undergoing all this to the
end that she might save me!

From Chatellerault there came an impati