"I do behold him now," he said suavely. And Denningham followed slowly towards the house, from which the last coach had rolled away, leaving only a little knot of men around—and beneath—the supper-table.
They were toasting one Robespierre, a shining light upon the path of liberty.
Michael Berrington was not amongst them.
CHAPTER X
THE COUSIN FROM BRITTANY
Gabrielle was singing softly as she bent over her tambour frame.
She could sing now that she was alone in her own little boudoir, with no fear of Morry's intrusions and his wearisome lectures.
The idea of Morry daring to lecture her!
A white chin was tilted upwards at the very thought. And because, forsooth, she chose to reject the suitor he would have had her take for husband.