"What is he doing here?" murmured the Chevalier. "Devil take him and

his eyes;" and passed on into the dining-hall.

When the Jesuits and their Indian convert departed, the marquis resumed

his former position, his chin on his hands, his hands resting on his

cane. From time to time he heard loud laughter and snatches of song

which rose above the jingle of the glasses in the dining-hall.

"I am quite alone," he mused, with a smile whimsically sad.




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