"And poor enough. Is it not so? It is about that that I have come."
Mansart grew more polite. He had signed away a fortune to a girl who loathed him. When peace should come the courts would make good her claim. So that any overture, any compromise, was welcome.
"MY NAME IS PHILLIPE VÉTÉRIN," SAID THE CUIRASSIER.
"My name is Philippe Vétérin," said the cuirassier, folding his arms with their gauntleted hands, and fixing a stern look upon Mansart. "Captain Nicolas La Hire is my friend."
"And my enemy," muttered Simon, his deep-set eyes flashing.
"I have come to Orgemot on his behalf."
"Ah! Is he wounded?"
"He is."
Mansart rubbed his hands together.