you will be well-nigh homeless. You should have thought of how
one day you might come to be dependent upon the Marquis de
Condillac's generosity before you set yourself to conspire against
him, before you sought to encompass his death. You can hardly
look for generosity at his hands now, and so you will be all but
homeless, unless - " He paused, and his eyes strayed to Tressan
and were laden with a sardonic look.

"You take a very daring tone with me," she told him. "You speak to
me as no man has ever dared to speak."

"When the power was yours, madame, you dealt with me as none has
ever dared to deal. The advantage now is mine. Behold how I use
it in your own interests; observe how generously I shall deal with
you who deal in murder. Monsieur de Tressan," he called briskly.
The Seneschal started forward as if some one had prodded him
suddenly.

"Mu - monsieur?" said he.

"With you, too, will I return good for evil. Come hither."

The Seneschal approached, wondering what was about to take place.
The Marquise watched his coming, a cold glitter in her eye, for -
keener of mental vision than Tressan - she already knew the hideous
purpose that was in Garnache's mind.

The soldiers grinned; the Abbot looked on with an impassive face.

"The Marquise de Condillac is likely to be homeless henceforth,"