“Good-bye, Vicomte,” said the old man, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry—I am very sorry.” And he added, in a voice not free from emotion: “Though our acquaintance has been so short, we shall greatly miss you.”
Louis loosed Des Essars’ hand and bowed to him. “I wish no more flattering epitaph,” he said with his charming smile. “Adieu.”
He followed the jailor out of the room, and the girl broke into hysterical sobbing.
CHAPTER XIV
CIRCE AND ULYSSES
“And do you ask what game she plays?
With me ’tis lost or won;
With thee ’tis playing still; with him
It is not well begun;
But ’tis a game she plays with all
Beneath the sway of the sun.