Jasper stared at the chimneys of the house that rose against the stately gloom of the cedars.
"I have a mind to carry the thing through myself."
"Out of consideration for the lady!"
"No. This Frenchman and I have a score to settle."
Jeremy stroked a firm and shiny chin.
"Who is he? An émigré?"
"Pretends to be. He calls himself the Chevalier de Rothan."
"What?"
"De Rothan."
Jeremy said something under his breath.