his face as he ate grew darker, and from time to time he shot a glance, barbed with suspicion, at the minister. La Tribe on his side remained silent, although the men ate apart. He was in doubt, indeed, as to his own feelings. His instinct and his reason were at odds. Through all, however, a single purpose, the rescue of Angers, held good, and gradually other things fell into their places. When the meal was at an end, and Tignonville challenged him, he was ready.
“Your enthusiasm seems to have waned,” the younger man said with a sneer, “since we met, monsieur! May I ask now if you find any fault with the plan?”
“With the plan, none.”
“If it was Providence brought us together, was it not Providence furnished me with Perrot who knows La Flèche? If it was Providence brought the danger of the faithful in Angers to your knowledge, was it not Providence set us on the road—without whom you had been powerless?”
“I believe it!”
“Then, in His name, what is the matter?” Tignonville rejoined with a passion of which the other’s manner seemed an inadequate cause. “What will you! What is it?”
“I would take your place,” La Tribe answered quietly.
“My place?”
“Yes.”
“What, are we too many?”
“We are enough without you, M. Tignonville,” the minister answered. “These men, who have wrongs to avenge, God will justify them.”
Tignonville’s eyes sparkled with anger. “And have I no wrongs to avenge?” he cried. “Is it nothing to lose my mistress, to be robbed of my wife, to see the woman I love dragged off to be a slave and a toy? Are these no wrongs?”
