"That will make Him sorry for her." Meanwhile Iberville had turned to the table, and was now reading a letter.

A pleased look came on his face, and he nodded in satisfaction.
At last he folded it up with a smile and sealed it.

"Well," he said, "the English is not good, for I have seen my Shakespeare little this time back, but it will do--it must do.

In such things rhetoric is nothing.

You will take it, Perrot ?" he said, holding up the letter.
Perrot reached out for it.
"And there is something more." Iberville drew from his finger a costly ring.