er than see you dead," he grumbled as he resumed his task.
Thereafter, whilst he rowed, Michelot entertained me with some quaint
ideas touching that which fine gentlemen call honour, and to what sorry
passes it was wont to bring them, concluding by thanking God that he was
no gentleman and had no honour to lead him into mischief.

At last, however, our journey came to an end, and I sprang ashore some
five hundred paces from the little chapel, and almost exactly opposite
the Chateau de Canaples. I stood for a moment gazing across the water at
the lighted windows of the chateau, wondering which of those eyes that
looked out upon the night might be that of Yvonne's chamber.

Then, bidding Michelot await me, or follow did I not return in half an
hour, I turned and moved away towards the chapel.

There is a clearing in front of the little white edifice--which rather
than a temple is but a monument to the martyr who is said to have
perished on that spot in the days before Clovis.

As I advanced into the centre of this open patch of ground, and stood
clear of the black silhouettes of the trees, cast about me by the moon,
two men appeared to detach themselves from the side wall of the chapel,
and advanced to meet me.

Albeit they were wrapped in their cloaks--uptilted behind by their
protruding scabbards--it was not difficult to tell the tall figure and
stately bearing of St. Auban and the mincing gait of Vilmorin.

I doffed my hat in a grave salutation, which was courteously returned.

"I trust, Messieurs, that I have not kept you waiting?"

"I was on the point of expressing that very hope, Monsieur," returned
St. Auban. "We have but arrived. Do you come alone?"

"As you perceive."

"Hum! M. le Vicomte, then, will act for both of us."

I bowed in token of my satisfaction, and without more ado cast aside my
cloak, pleased to see that the affair was to be conducted with decency
and politeness, as such matters should ever be conducted, albeit
impoliteness may have marked their origin.

The Marquis, having followed my example and divested himself of his
cloak and hat, unsheathed his rapier and delivered it to Vilmorin, who
came across with it to where I stood. When he was close to me I saw
that he was deadly pale; his teeth chattered, and the hand that held the
weapon shook as with a palsy.

"Mu--Monsieur," he stammered, "will it please you to lend me your sword
that I may mu-measure it?"

"What formalities!" I exc