"When did D'Hérouville give these to you?"
"This afternoon."
"You lie, wretch!"
Both the corporal and the Chevalier turned. D'Hérouville's form stood, framed in the doorway.
"Leave the room!" pointing toward the door.
D'Hérouville stepped aside, and the corporal slunk out.
The two men faced each other.
"He lies. If I have applied epithets to you, it has been done openly and frankly. I have not touched you over some one's shoulder, as in the De Leviston case. I entertain for you the greatest hatred. It will be a pleasure some day to kill you."
The Chevalier looked at the coin in his hand, at D'Hérouville, then back at the coin.
"Believe me or not, Monsieur. I overheard what took place, and in justice to myself I had to speak." D'Hérouville touched his hat and departed.