“That is why I am going to tell you the oath I made, Monsieur Morgan. As I drew the dagger you saw from my friend’s breast, as carefully as possible, that I might not draw his soul with it, I swore that henceforward it should be war to the death between his assassins and myself. It was largely to tell you that that I gave you a pledge of safety.” “That is an oath I hope to see you forget, Monsieur de Montrevel.” “It is an oath I shall keep under all circumstances, Monsieur Morgan; and you would be most kind if you would furnish me with an opportunity as soon as possible.” “In what way, sir?” “Well, for example, by accepting a meeting with me, either in the Bois de Boulogne or at Vincennes. We don’t need to say that we are fighting because you or one of your friends stabbed Lord Tanlay. No; we can say anything you please.” (Roland reflected a moment.) “We can say the duel is on account of the eclipse that takes place on the 12th of next month. Does the pretext suit you?” “The pretext would suit me,” replied Morgan, in a tone of sadness of which he seemed incapable, “if the duel itself could take place. You have taken an oath, and you mean to keep it, you say. Well, every initiate who enters the Company of Jehu swears that he will not expose in any personal quarrel a life that belongs to the cause and not to himself.” “Oh! So that you assassinate, but will not fight.” “You are mistaken. We sometimes fight.” “Have the goodness to point out an occasion when I may study that phenomenon.” “Easily enough. If you and five or six men, as resolute as yourself, will take your places in some diligence carrying government money, and will defend it against our attack, the occasion you seek will come. But, believe me, do better than that; do not come in our way.” “Is that a threat, sir?” asked the young man, raising his head. “No,” replied Morgan, in a gentle, almost supplicating voice, “it is an entreaty.” “Is it addressed to me in particular, or would you include others?” “I make it to you in particular;” and the chief of the Companions of Jehu dwelt upon the last word. “Ah!” exclaimed the young man, “then I am so fortunate as to interest you?” “As a brother,” replied Morgan, in the same soft, caressing tone. “Well, well,” said Roland, “this is decidedly a wager.” Bourrienne entered at that moment. “Roland,” he said, “the First Consul wants you.” “Give me time to conduct this gentleman to the street, and I’ll be with him.” “Hurry up; you know he doesn’t like to wait.” “Will you follow me, sir?” Roland said to his mysterious companion. “I am at your orders, sir.”