"I should tell them all they lied--every one--the idiots! The Seigneur--" "Well, what of the Seigneur-Rosalie ?" Her own name on his lips--the sound of it dimmed her eyes.
"Monsieur Rossignol does not know you.

He neither believes nor disbelieves.

He said to me that if you wanted consideration, to command him, for in Chaudiere he had heard nothing but good of you.

If you stayed, he would see that you had justice--not persecution.

I saw him two hours ago." She said the last words shyly, for she was thinking why the Seigneur had spoken as he did--that he had taken her opinion of Monsieur as his guide, and she had not scrupled to impress him with her views.