The priest, who had touched neither food nor wine, suddenly addressed Luc.
“Where is your servant, Monsieur?”
“In the next room—where should he be?” Luc turned from him coldly. “And now I will be on my way.”
He rose, and the priest made an instantaneous movement to guard the door.
“Take some supper,” said M. Armand. “And do not be in such a hurry.”
Luc glanced from one to the other.
“I will go on my way,” he said sternly. “Do you seek to detain me?”
M. Armand was eating his pie leisurely; he looked at the priest reflectively.
“You should have thought of the servant before,” he remarked.
“I have promised not to speak, and I can answer for my servant,” answered Luc, guessing his thoughts.