"Pshaw!" quoth Guy Launay, "quarter-staffs indeed, on the Day of Barricades. I am off to kill a King's man, or to help spit a Huguenot!"
And the next moment the Professor of Eloquence had but one auditor.
CHAPTER III.
THE PROFESSOR OF ELOQUENCE
"My name," she said, "is Claire Agnew. But since we lived long in Provence and Spanish Roussillon, my father, being learned in that speech, called me most often Euphrasia or Euphra, being, as he said, 'the light of his eyes'"!
"Then you are English, and a heretic?" said the young man, while the Professor, having discharged his papers into the drawer of a cabinet, already full and running over, bent his ear to the breast of the old man.
"I am Scottish, and you are the heretic!" said the girl, with spirit.
"I am no heretic—I am of the Faith!" said the young man.
"The Faith of treaty-breakers and murderers!"