you do not seem to know me. Shall I remind you of this
morning?"

At my words it was he who went back; his hand left his sword-hilt, and
he stood staring at me.

"You!" he stammered. "I did not recognise--I--I did not know----"

"Enough, monsieur! I forgive you the ill turn you were about to play
me. Perhaps, were I in your case, I would do the same----"

"If so, then my course is clear. In any other thing I would yield to
you, but not in this."

"Listen. Your plan was well laid; but my men are not traitors, and
I--I have not slept. Monsieur de Ganache, I have but to raise my
voice, and there will be three to one against you----"

"I care not," he answered furiously, and his sword flashed in his hand,
but in a moment Diane was between us.

"De Ganache! Monsieur Broussel! Put back your swords, I implore you!"

And with this she clung to De Ganache's arm. He paled to the lips as
he tried to free himself.

"Diane, 'tis our only way! Keep back, Diane!"

But for answer she clung all the more to him, and it seemed as if she
were covering him from my sword, as she cried out again: "No, no! It
is too terrible! I will not have it! It must not be!"

I looked from one to another, a hundred emotions tearing at my heart.
I had seen enough to understand how these two stood to one another,
and, utterly miserable at heart, I gave way. A sudden impulse, that
carried me as like a wave, seized me, and I burst out:

"Monsieur de Ganache, let it be for Mademoiselle de Paradis to decide
between us. I give you my word I will abide by her choice."

Diane let her hand fall from De Ganache's arm and turned to me in
astonishment. And De Ganache stared at me with wide-open eyes, and
asked slowly, dropping his words out:

"You say this?--you pledge your word?"

"I have said so. I undertook to take mademoiselle to Paris, and to see
her in safety there, at the cost of my life if need be. I have since
learned that which makes it impossible for me to do this unless
mademoiselle comes with me of her own free will. I leave her to make
her choice."

"Then, Diane, come!" And De Ganache turned towards her, a hand
outstretched. I stepped aside to leave the way free, but to my
surprise mademoiselle made no answer, but stood in wavering hesitation,
now looking at one and then at the other of us. Once more De Ganache
began to urge her, stepping quite close up and speaking in low but
quick and earnest tones.

"Diane,