Jacques watched her proudly erect figure enter the door. He saw her sway a moment in indecision, then sink beside the bed to pray. She came shortly to the door again and called him. The fellow's brain worked slowly, and he had not yet comprehended the extent of mischief he had done. That he had done something amiss, though, he began to understand. "You had that note from Monsieur le Capitaine de Mouret?" "Yes, Madame." "And he said deliver it to me?" "To Madame Agnes de la Mora. Am I not right?" "Yes, I am Madame Agnes de la Mora, but that note was not intended for me." She came closer to Jacques, so close indeed she laid her trembling hand upon his sleeve. "Tell me--you know this Captain de Mouret well--tell me if you would save an innocent woman, has this Captain de Mouret a love affair here? Answer me, answer me truly, has he a love affair, or--or a mistress?" Her innocence and direct question abashed Jacques sorely and set him a wondering what manner of escapade was this his master had got into. "I will go to her, be she what she may, go to anybody; my husband must not kill this innocent man. No; and here I disturb myself about my own reputation, while two lives are in jeopardy. I must think, I must act--but how?" And she broke down to weep again, showing the woman in her that was behind so brave a front. Her tears were not for long. Jacques felt it was his turn now to say something, so he blundered out, "See the Governor;" then one whit better he went, "_I_ will see the Governor for you." The good fellow had in that moment for the first time realized that he could stop the affair, and do it he would if he had to quit the colony. And she such a lovely lady, so gentle with the poor. "Do you not fear to speak with him of such as this?" "No, Madame, Bienville's soldiers do not fear him; they leave that for his enemies." And so it fell out that Jacques told the Governor. And he told him all. It was ever Bienville's wont to act with quick decision. "Order Major Boisbriant to report to me at once." And off posted Jacques upon his errand. That officer attended with military promptitude. "Major Boisbriant, do you seek on the instant the Chevalier de la Mora, and bear him company wherever he may go until you are relieved. Put upon him no restraint, and say nothing of your having such orders from me if you can avoid it. There is trouble brewing here, which I want to prevent; an affair of honor, you understand. He has gone toward the landing on the Bay. Be discreet and delicate." Boisbriant nodded his comprehension, saluted, and was gone. Bienville turned to Jacques. "Saddle my horse at once and bring him here."