"Stand back!" he said hotly. "Back!"
And as hot an answer trembled on my tongue, but I held myself in.
"Monsieur, you do not seem to know me. Shall I remind you of this morning?"
At my words it was he who went back; his hand left his sword-hilt, and he stood staring at me.
"You!" he stammered. "I did not recognise—I—I did not know——"
"Enough, monsieur! I forgive you the ill turn you were about to play me. Perhaps, were I in your case, I would do the same——"
"If so, then my course is clear. In any other thing I would yield to you, but not in this."
"Listen. Your plan was well laid; but my men are not traitors, and I—I have not slept. Monsieur de Ganache, I have but to raise my voice, and there will be three to one against you——"
"I care not," he answered furiously, and his sword flashed in his hand, but in a moment Diane was between us.
"De Ganache! Monsieur Broussel! Put back your swords, I implore you!"