“On the contrary; it is the most important part of what you tell me.  It is the rest that is unimportant.”

“Do you realize that they have come to arrest you?” she asked him, with increasing impatience.  “You are wanted for sedition, and upon a warrant from M. de Lesdiguieres.”

“Sedition?” quoth he, and his thoughts flew to that business at Nantes.  It was impossible they could have had news of it in Rennes and acted upon it in so short a time.

“Yes, sedition.  The sedition of that wicked speech of yours at Rennes on Wednesday.”

“Oh, that!” said he.  “Pooh!” His note of relief might have told her, had she been more attentive, that he had to fear the consequences of a greater wickedness committed since.  “Why, that was nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I almost suspect that the real intentions of these gentlemen of the marechaussee have been misunderstood.  Most probably they have come to thank me on M. de Lesdiguieres’ behalf.  I restrained the people when they would have burnt the Palais and himself inside it.”

“After you had first incited them to do it.  I suppose you were afraid of your work.  You drew back at the last moment.  But you said things of M. de Lesdiguieres, if you are correctly reported, which he will never forgive.”

“I see,” said Andre-Louis, and he fell into thought.

But Mlle. de Kercadiou had already done what thinking was necessary, and her alert young mind had settled all that was to be done.

“You must not go into Gavrillac,” she told him, “and you must get down from your horse, and let me take it.  I will stable it at the chateau to-night.  And sometime to morrow afternoon, by when you should be well away, I will return it to the Breton arme.”

“Oh, but that is impossible.”

“Impossible?  Why?”

“For several reasons.  One of them is that you haven’t considered what will happen to you if you do such a thing.”

“To me?  Do you suppose I am afraid of that pack of oafs sent by M. Lesdiguieres?  I have committed no sedition.”

“But it is almost as bad to give aid to one who is wanted for the crime.  That is the law.”

“What do I care for the law?  Do you imagine that the law will presume to touch me?”

“Of course there is that.  You are sheltered by one of the abuses I complained of at Rennes.  I was forgetting.”

“Complain of it as much as you please, but meanwhile profit by it.  Come, Andre, do as I tell you.  Get down from your horse.”  And then, as he still hesitated, she stretched out and caught him by the arm.  Her voice was vibrant with earnestness.  “Andre, you don’t realize how serious is your position.  If these people take you, it is almost certain that you will be hanged.  Don’t you realize it?  You must not go to Gavrillac.  You must go away at once, and lie completely lost for a time until this blows over.  Indeed, until my uncle can bring influence to bear to obtain your pardon, you must keep in hiding.”