O gai, rive le roi!'"

he said teasingly. He thought she might have a lover among the recruits
at Dalgrothe Mountain.

She turned to him, startled, for she thought he meant Valmond. She did
not speak, but became very still and pale.

"Better tie him up with a garter, Elise, and get the old uncle back to
Ville Bambord. Trouble's coming. The game'll soon be up."

"What trouble?" she asked.

"Battle, murder, and sudden death," he answered, and passed on with a
sour laugh.

She slowly repeated his words, looked towards the Manor House, with a
strange expression, then went up to her little bedroom and sat on the
edge of the bed for a long time, where she had sat with Valmond. Every
word, every incident, of that night came back to her; and her heart
filled up with worship. It flowed over into her eyes and fell upon her
clasped hands. If trouble did come to him?--He had given her a new
world, he should have her life and all else.

A half-hour later, De la Riviere came rapping at the Cure's door.
The sun was almost gone, the smell of the hay-fields floated over the
village, and all was quiet in the streets. Women gossiped in their
doorways, but there was no stir anywhere. With the young Seigneur was
the member of the Legislature for the county. His mood was different
from that of his previous visit to Pontiac; for he had been told that