'Send her to keep company with La Fayette in her convent perhaps.'
'Her brother Raoul d'Ische commands a fortress in Alsace,' said Gordon; 'but is it true that the Marquis our captain has quite relinquished Marion de l'Orme?'
'Always that woman,' said the chevalier, laughing; ''pon my soul, Marechal, I begin to think you are in love with her yourself.'
'Having a fortune to spend—my poor pay as Marechal de Logis of horse.'
'No—the Marquis has only been playing a game of three points. In love with Mademoiselle de Chevreuse, with the Duchesse de Bouillon and with Marion.'
'So if he loses one point, two still remain.'
'But the blue-eyed Chevreuse is said to view with favour our brave countryman the Lord Teviot, a colonel of pikes.'
'Then she must find a successor,' said Gordon, 'for my Lord Teviot was yesterday committed to the Bastille for slaying a Chevalier of St. Lazare in a duel.'
'To the Bastille!'
'To the Bastille—for a duel!' we all exclaimed, indignantly.