"Yes; the gars told me about that."
"Unhappily," continued Maître Jacques, "they have taken a cruel revenge for it."
"How so?"
"Haven't you heard?"
"No; I have just come straight from Montaigu."
"Ah, true; then you can't know."
"What happened?"
"They caught and killed in Pascal Picaut's house a fine young man I respected,--I, who don't think any too much of his class usually."
"What was his name?"
"Comte de Bonneville."