“Sweethearts,” Tignonville answered dryly. And he cast a singular look at the minister.
But La Tribe’s mind was so full of one matter, he could think only of that.
“How did you hear of the letters?” he asked.
“The letters?”
“Yes.”
“I do not know what you mean.”
La Tribe stared. “Then why are you following him?” he asked.
“Why?” Tignonville echoed, a look of hate darkening his face. “Do you ask why we follow—” But on the name he seemed to choke and was silent.
By this time his men had come up, and one answered for him.
“Why are we following Hannibal de Tavannes?” he said sternly. “To do to him as he has done to us! To rob him as he has robbed us—of more than gold! To kill him as he has killed ours, foully and by surprise! In his bed if we can! In the arms of his wife if God wills it!”