The Chevalier kicked the stones impatiently. So Brother Jacques understood why the marquis had fought the Comte d'Hérouville?
"May I be so bold as to ask what took place between you and Monsieur le Marquis on the night of his arrival in Quebec?"
"I must leave you in ignorance," said the Chevalier decisively.
"He may never leave his bed."
The Chevalier bit the ends of his mustache, and remained silent.
"He came a long way to do you a service," continued the priest.
"Who can say as to that? And I do not see that all this particularly concerns you."
"But you will admit that he fought the man who … who laughed."
The Chevalier let slip a stirring oath, and the grip he put on the hilt of his sword would have crushed the hand of an average strong man.
"Monsieur, it is true that your father has wronged you, but can you not forgive him?"