Outside the rain was falling heavily, churning
the ground into thick mud, and for a moment Andre-Louis, with Le
Chapelier ever at his side, stood hesitating to step out into the
deluge.
The watchful Chabrillane had seen his chance, and by a detour that
took him momentarily out into the rain, he came face to face with
the too-daring young Breton. Rudely, violently, he thrust
Andre-Louis back, as if to make room for himself under the shelter.
Not for a second was Andre-Louis under any delusion as to the man's
deliberate purpose, nor were those who stood near him, who made a
belated and ineffectual attempt to close about him. He was grievously
disappointed. It was not Chabrillane he had been expecting. His
disappointment was reflected on his countenance, to be mistaken for
something very different by the arrogant Chevalier.
But if Chabrillane was the man appointed to deal with him, he would
make the best of it.
"I think you are pushing against me, monsieur," he said, very
civilly, and with elbow and shoulder he thrust M.
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