"That makes no difference."
I looked at him, groping after the thoughts that swayed him, and catching at them dimly. I knew them for the principles of a proud and honour-ruled man, but there was no room for them in my angry heart.
"Monsieur," I cried, "will you let three villains go unpunished for the sake of one?" It was what I had meant to do, awhile back, but the case was changed now.
"Of two: Gervais de Grammont is also of my blood."
"Monsieur would spare him as well—him, the ringleader!"
"He is my cousin."
"He forgets it."
"But I do not."
"Monsieur, will you have no vengeance?"
Monsieur looked at me.