“Then it is as I thought. You have some scheme of your own to further. What is it?” De Proballe was furious at the answer. “If it be my own, as you suggest, should I be likely to disclose it to you?” “You do not deny it?” “I do not admit your right to question me.” “Do you intend to marry Gabrielle?” “Without a doubt, if she will deign to marry me.” “Then why did you set a watch outside that babbler’s door all through the night?” “How do you know that I did?” “No matter. I know it, and that is enough.” “I was right, then, in thinking you would choose the night for your work. I set the watch, monsieur, because I had no mind to be a party to your murderous scheme.” “You will repent this attitude.” “Very likely. Most of us spend our lives in either committing one blunder or repenting others.” “You tempt me to deem my act a blunder indeed in bringing you to Morvaix.” “That may be part of the better understanding, the reference to which opened our conversation. Need we say any more?” “Before the day is done you may understand better,” cried de Proballe, furiously. “Shall we leave it, then, for the coming hours to decide?” retorted Gerard, lightly and without more he turned his back and walked away. De Proballe returned to the house more uneasy and more wrathful than ever. He seemed to see his schemes crumbling to pieces before his eyes, and to be unable to avert the ruin. He had built so much on Gerard’s coming that he was loath now to carry his fears to the Governor, and thus stop the marriage altogether; and yet it was plain that if this was to be Gerard’s attitude when he had married Gabrielle and was master of Malincourt, the very marriage itself might but make matters worse than they were at present. He could not see what private scheme Gerard could have in reserve; and came at length to think that the success with Gabrielle had so turned Gerard’s head that he believed himself master of the situation. From this delusion it would not be difficult to rouse him, however. A word or two from the Duke that his life was in danger would soon cure this swashbuckler mood; and such a word he could instigate at any moment. He could therefore safely let matters run their course for the present. In this temper he awaited the hour fixed for Gerard’s interview with the Governor; but early in the forenoon the latter arrived at Malincourt; and de Proballe found him in a dangerous temper. “We were to wait upon you at the Castle, Duke,” he said, suavely. “Am I not welcome at Malincourt?” “You can need no assurance from me, I trust, that your presence here is an honour and a welcome condescension.” “Umph!” and the Governor shrugged his shoulders. “Where is Mdlle. de Malincourt?” “I have not seen my niece this morning. I will have her sent for.” “No, that is not my wish. Where is your villainous jackal, de Cobalt? News has reached me that he made much impression upon your niece yesterday. Is that so? Speak plainly.”