“M. de Bussy assassinated!”
“His blood cries for vengeance! do you not hear it, gentlemen?” said Ribeirac.
“What do you mean?”
“‘Seek whom the crime profits,’ the law says,” replied Ribeirac.
“Ah! gentlemen, will you explain yourselves?” cried Maugiron.
“That is just what we have come for.”
“Quick! our swords are in our hands!” said D’Epernon.
“Oh! you are in a great hurry, M. le Gascon; you did not crow so loud when we were four against four!”
“Is it our fault, if you are only three?”
“Yes, it is your fault; he is dead because you preferred him lying in his blood to standing here; he is dead, with his wrist cut, that that wrist might no longer hold a sword; he is dead, that you might not see the lightning of those eyes, which dazzled you all. Do you understand me? am I clear?”