"By-the-by, my dear mademoiselle, what did you make of the Englishman, whose life you saved from my fellows, when we were last here?"
"The young man who saved my life from Hautois?" asked Jacqueline, slowly.
"Yes, 'twas turn about, it would seem."
"Monsieur le Chevalier, he was taken to St. Malo," said Angelique, who came to the rescue of her mistress.
"And since then, my girl?"
"We have heard no more of him."
"'Tis well," said the chevalier, who, as his eye chanced again to fall on me, caused my heart to swell alternately with alarm and anger. "Those English folks are about to pay us a visit again."
"Again—O mon Dieu!" we all exclaimed together.
"More shipping and troops are being concentrated at their rendezvous of both Portsmouth and Plymouth," said he, while playing with the gold tassels of the cord which held the furred pelisse on his left shoulder; "but my father is ready for them at St. Malo, and Brest and Cherbourg are in excellent hands."
Though reflection or thought evidently but seldom troubled our hussar, he now proceeded to make some remarks with which I, mentally, coincided.