In a moment Denys’ sword was out of its scabbard.
“No, no, Denys, you must not,” cried Lucette, now in dire consternation at the turn matters had taken.
“You’ve often told me of this fellow’s blackguard ways,” said Antoine. “It’s time he had a lesson how to behave.”
“Gabrielle, Gabrielle,” cried Lucette, catching sight of her. “Come here. Come here.”
“Another petticoat for the coward to skulk behind,” said d’Estelle, with a coarse laugh.
“Gentlemen, you have made a great mistake,” cried Gabrielle, hastening forward. “This is not what you think. M. St. Jean is betrothed to Mademoiselle de Boisdegarde.”
“It had small appearance of it just now,” said d’Estelle.
“And I know it to be false,” declared Antoine.
“Monsieur!” exclaimed Gabrielle, drawing herself up.
“Mademoiselle!” answered d’Estelle, with insolent imitation of her tone.