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"Possibly. But I like my madness. There is a thrill in it unknown
to such sanity as yours. By your leave, Aline, I think I will ride
on to Gavrillac."
"Andre, you must not! It is death to you!" In her alarm she backed
her horse, and pulled it across the road to bar his way.
It was almost completely night by now; but from behind the wrack of
clouds overhead a crescent moon sailed out to alleviate the darkness.
"Come, now," she enjoined him. "Be reasonable. Do as I bid you.
See, there is a carriage coming up behind you. Do not let us be
found here together thus."
He made up his mind quickly. He was not the man to be actuated by
false heroics about dying, and he had no fancy whatever for the
gallows of M. de Lesdiguieres' providing. The immediate task that
he had set himself might be accomplished. He had made heard - and
ringingly - the voice that M. de La Tour d'Azyr imagined he had
silenced. But he was very far from having done with life.
"Aline, on one condition only."
"And that?"
"That you swear to me you will never seek the aid of M.


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