“Adieu, my venerable friend!”
Then each added aloud, but in suppressed tones:
“Adieu, assassin of the gray robe! During thy absence I shall have the ear of the Cardinal.”
“Adieu, villain in the red robe! Go thyself and destroy thy cursed family. Finish shedding that portion of thy blood that is in others’ veins. That share which remains in thee, I will take charge of. Ha! a well-employed night!”
BOOK 4.
CHAPTER XIV. THE RIOT
“Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies,
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought,”
exclaims the immortal Shakespeare in the chorus of one of his tragedies.