THE LOVE OF MONSIEUR
window with an air of rounding off a conversation.
Mornay arose from his seat and walked around the table to the side nearest the door.
“You must hear me, monsieur,” he said, calmly. “I offer you friendship and a proposition which cannot but be to your advantage.” Ferrers had turned, but his head shook in refusal.
“There can be but one proposition between us, Mornay.”
Mornay shrugged his shoulders.
“Captain Cornbury,” he said, “will you have the kindness to arrange with Monsieur de Wynne?”
He stopped, bit his lip a moment, then turned to Ferrers once more. “I entreat you to listen to me. I have told you that I was the Vicomte de Bresac. No, it is no jest. I am René d’Añasco. Eh bien. One day I shall prove it. What I ask is only to save a little time.”
He moved nearer to the Englishman, until he could have touched him with his outstretched arm.
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