yes, I will answer for that, M. Anne," he said looking brightly
at one and another of us, his eyes more oblique than ever,
"Mademoiselle will remember it, I am sure!"

It would be impossible to describe the devilish glance he flung
at the poor sinking girl as he withdrew, the horrid emphasis he
threw into those last words, the covert deadly threat they
conveyed to the dullest ears. That he went then, was small
mercy. He had done all the evil he could do at present. If his
desire had been to leave fear behind him, he had certainly
succeeded.

Kit crying softly went into the house; her innocent coquetry more
than sufficiently punished already. And we three looked at one
another with blank faces, It was clear that we had made a
dangerous enemy, and an enemy at our own gates. As the Vidame
had said, these were troublous times when things were done to
men--ay, and to women and children--which we scarce dare to speak
of now. "I wish the Vicomte were here," Croisette said uneasily
after we had discussed several unpleasant contingencies.

"Or even Malines the steward," I suggested.

"He would not be much good," replied Croisette.

"And he is at St. Antonin, and will not be back this week.
Father Pierre too is at Albi."

"You do not think," said Marie, "that he will attack us?"