The Breton freed himself with so lithe a movement that the superiority of his physical strength was evident. Folding his arms on his breast, he said quietly:
"The Duchess arrived in a post chaise accompanied by the chaplain and two attendants. I opened wide the gate through which the lords of Picmort have always entered. I kissed her hand in respect. She spent three days here, giving orders and being obeyed. On the third, she decreed that I should marry this young lady—"
René leaped in rage.
"And—you married—her?" he shrieked.
"Yes."
"When—when?"
"Today, at four o'clock in the Picmort chapel."
"Devil!" roared René. "And you, Amélie, have you consented?"
"Yes," she wailed.
"This is superb!" and he laughed in fury. "Explain yourself, that I may then kill you. Did you fall in love with this fellow?"