"He came hither this morning," Gabrielle continued,—and told her tale.
De Quernais listened, with knitted brow and incredulity in his eyes.
"And he has gone again?" he concluded, when Gabrielle had finished.
"Yes. We have searched everywhere."
"And Marcel Trouet comes from Paris with his Revolutionaries?"
"Yes, yes. That is what makes me afraid. If they meet——"
"They will probably meet."
"And Morice may be—killed."
"I do not think you need alarm yourself."
She was quick to catch the note of sarcasm, and faced him, a little indignantly.