and finally, your break-down," said Guerchard; and the accusation and the threat rang clearer.
The Duke rose from his chair quickly and said haughtily, in icy tones: "M.

Guerchard, you've been drinking!" He went to the chair on which he had set his overcoat and his hat, and picked them up.

Guerchard sprang in front of him, barring his way, and cried in a shaky voice: "No; don't go! You mustn't go!" "What do you mean ?" said the Duke, and paused.

"What DO you mean ?" Guerchard stepped back, and ran his hand over his forehead.

He was very pale, and his forehead was clammy to his touch: "No ...