"Not even the Emperor," he said proudly, "is as black as he is painted by traitors and the English, Mademoiselle!" he bowed abruptly but not ungracefully. "Come, gentlemen," he said, turning on his heel, "we must march."
CHAPTER XII
AN ALLIANCE DECLINED
As the Emperor left the room, followed by the officers and men, a little silence fell over the three people remaining therein.
"Monsieur le Comte d'Aumenier!" exclaimed the Countess Laure, wonder, derision and disdain in her voice. "Your château, your domain!"
She looked about the great hall and laughed scornfully. Young Marteau turned crimson. He threw up his head proudly.
"Mademoiselle——" he began sternly, his voice full of indignant protest and resentment.
"Don't be too hard on the lad, Countess," interposed the Englishman, his interest aroused. "By gad, he saved your honor, your life, and——"
"And, if I mistake not, I repaid the obligation by saving his life also, sir."