“Give this man to me, Monsieur,” she begged.
“To you!” he exclaimed. “What will you do with him?”
“I will see that you are rid of him,” she promised. “What more can you desire? You have tortured him enough.”
“Maybe. But am I to blame that he dies so hard?”
She answered him with renewed insistence, and unexpectedly she received an ally in M. des Cadoux—an elderly gentleman who had been observing the flogging with disapproval, and who had followed her into the courtyard.
“He is too brave a man to die like this, Bellecour,” put in the newcomer. “I doubt if he can survive the punishment he has already received. Yet I would ask you, in the name of courage, to give him the slender chance he may have.”
“I promised him he should be flogged to death—” began the Marquis, when Des Cadoux and Mademoiselle jointly interrupted him to renew their intercessions.
“But, sangdieu,” the Marquis protested “you seem to forget that he has killed one of my servants.”
“Why, then, you should have hanged him out of hand, not tortured him thus,” answered Des Cadoux shortly.
For a moment it almost seemed as if the pair of them would have fallen a-quarrelling. Their words grew more heated, and then, while they were still wrangling, the executioner came forward to solve matters with the news that the secretary had expired. To Bellecour this proved a very welcome conclusion.