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round her, nodded a cheerful assent, and, followed by two of the women, the three disappeared in the direction of the girl's chamber. The Vicomte, left to digest the matter, sniffed once or twice with a face of amazement, and then awoke to the fact that Roger and his guest were still absent. Fortunately, before he had done more than give vent to peevish complaints, they entered.

      He waited, with his eyes on the door. To his surprise no one followed them-no steward, no attendant. "Well?" he cried, withering them with his glance. "What does this mean? Where are the others? Is there no one in the Countess's train of a condition to be presented to me? Or how comes it that you have not brought him, booby," – this to Roger-"to give me some account of these strange proceedings? Am I the last to be told who come into my house? But God knows, since Coutras-"

      "There is no one, M. le Vicomte," the Lieutenant answered.

      The Vicomte glared at him. "How? No one?" he retorted pompously. "Impossible! Do you suppose that the Countess of Rochechouart travels with no larger attendance than a poor gentleman of Brittany? You mean, sir, I take it, that there is no one of condition, though that is so contrary to rule that I can hardly believe it. A countess of Rochechouart and no gentlemen in her train! She should travel with four at the least!"

      "I only know that there is no one, sir."

      "I do not understand!"

      "Neither do we," the Lieutenant of Périgord returned, somewhat out of patience. "The matter is as dark to us as it is to you, sir. It is plain that the Countess has experienced a serious adventure, but beyond that we know nothing, since neither she nor her attendant has spoken. He seems beside himself with joy and she with fatigue."

      "But the spears?" his host retorted sharply. "The men on horse and foot who alarmed the porter?"

      "They vanished as soon as we opened. One I did delay a moment, and learned-though he was in haste to be gone-that they fell in with the lady a half mile from here. She was then in the plight in which you have seen her, and it was at her attendant's prayer, who informed them of her quality, that they escorted her to this house. They learned no more from him than that the lady's train had been attacked in the woods between this and Vlaye, and that the man got his mistress away and hid with her, and was making for this house when the horsemen met them."

      "Incredible!" the Vicomte exclaimed, stalking across the hearth and returning in excitement. "Since Coutras I have heard no such thing! A Countess of Rochechouart attacked on the road and put to it like a common herdgirl. It must be the work of those cursed-peasants! It must be so! But, then, the men who brought her to the door and vanished again, who are they? Travellers are not so common in these parts. You might journey three days before you fell in with a body of men-at-arms to protect you on your way."

      "True," des Ageaux answered. "But I learned no more from them."

      "And you, Master Booby?" the Vicomte said, addressing Roger with his usual sarcasm. "You asked nothing, I suppose?"

      "I was busied about the Countess," the lad muttered. "It was dark, and I heard no more than their voices."

      "Then it was only you who saw them?" the Vicomte exclaimed, turning again to des Ageaux. "Did you not notice what manner of men they were, sir, how many, and of what class? Strange that they should leave a warm house-door at this hour! Did you form no opinion of them? Were they" – he brought out the word with an effort-"Crocans, think you?"

      The Lieutenant replied that he took them for the armed attendants of a gentleman passing that way, and the Vicomte, though ill-content with the answer, was obliged to put up with it. "Yet it seems passing strange to me," he retorted, "that you did not think their drawing off a little beside the ordinary. And who travels at this hour of the night, I would like to know?"

      The Lieutenant made no answer, and the Vicomte too fell silent. From time to time serving-women had passed through the room-for, after the awkward fashion of those days, the passage to the inner apartments was through the dining-hall-some with lights, and some with fire in pans. The draught from the closing doors had more than once threatened to extinguish the flickering candles. Such flittings produced an air of bustle and a hum of preparation long unknown in that house; but they were certainly more to the taste of the menials than the master. At each interruption the Vicomte pished and pshawed, glaring as if he would slay the offender. But the women, emboldened by the event and the presence of strangers, did not heed him, and after some minutes of silent sufferance his patience came to an end.

      "Go you," he cried to Roger, "and bid the girl come to me."

      "The Countess, sir?" the lad exclaimed in astonishment.

      The Vicomte swore. "No, fool!" he replied. "Your sister! Is she master of the house, or am I? Bid her descend this instant and tell me what is forward and what she has learned."

      Roger, with secret reluctance, obeyed, and his father, sorely fretting, awaited his return. Two minutes elapsed, and three. Seldom stirring abroad, the Vicomte had, in spite of all his talk about Coutras, an overweening sense of his own importance, and he was about to break out in fury when Bonne at length entered. She was followed by Roger.

      It was clear at a glance that the girl was frightened; less clear that mixed with her fear was another emotion. "Well," the Vicomte cried, throwing himself back in his great chair and fixing her with his angry eyes. "What is it? Am I to know nothing-in my own house?"

      Bonne controlled herself by an effort. "On the contrary, sir, there is that which I think you should know," she murmured. "The Countess has told me the story. She was attacked on the road, some of her people she fears were killed, and all were scattered. She herself escaped barely with her life."

      The Vicomte stared. "Where?" he said. "Where was it?"

      "An hour from here, sir."

      "Towards Vlaye?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "And she barely escaped?"

      "You saw her, sir."

      "And who-who does she say dared to commit this outrage?"

      Bonne did not answer. Her eyes sought her brother's and sank again. She trembled.

      The Vicomte, though not the keenest of observers, detected her embarrassment. He fancied that he knew its origin, and the cause of her hesitation. In a voice of triumph, "Ay, who?" he replied. "You don't wish to say. But I can tell you. I read it in your face. I can tell you, disobedient wench, who alone would be guilty of such an outrage. Those gutter-sweepings" – his face swelled with rage-"made up of broken lacqueys and ploughboys, whom they call Crocans! Eh, girl, is it not so?" he continued savagely. "Am I not right?"

      "No, sir," she murmured without daring to look up.

      His face fell. "No?" he repeated. "No? But I don't believe you! Who then? Don't lie to me! Who then?" He rapped the table before him.

      "The Captain of Vlaye," she whispered.

      The Vicomte sank back in his chair. "Impossible!" he cried. Then in a much lower tone: "Impossible!" he repeated. "You dream, girl. M. de Vlaye has done some things not quite-not regular. But-but in cases perfectly different. To people of-of no consequence! This cannot be!"

      "I fear it is so, sir," she whispered, without raising her eyes. "Nor is that-the worst."

      The Vicomte clenched his fingers about the arms of his chair and nodded the question he could not frame.

      "It was with the Abbess, sir-with my sister," Bonne continued in a low tone, "that the Countess was to stay the night. I fear that it was from her that he learned where and how to beset her."

      The Vicomte looked as if he was about to have a fit.

      "What?" he cried. "Do you dare, unnatural girl, to assert that your sister was privy to this outrage?"

      "Heaven forbid, sir!" Bonne answered fervently. "She knew naught of it. But-"

      "Then why-"

      "But it was from her, I fear, that he learned where the child-she is little more-could be surprised."

      The Vicomte glared at her without speaking. The Lieutenant, who had listened, not without admiration of the girl's sense and firmness, seized the opening

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