"Ah, my friend, my dear baron, my dear count! But you must tell me your name and address in case I may need you."
"Useless. I will return at once."
"Yes, return as soon as possible; and if you chance to meet that accursed Marmagne on the road, tell him—"
"What?"
"Tell him that I have sworn an oath that he shall die by no hand but mine."
"Adieu!" cried the viscount; "adieu, and wait here for me."
"Au revoir!" said Aubry. "I will expect you soon. Ah! you are a friend indeed, a man one can trust, and I would be glad to know—"
"Adieu, Seigneur Student," said the page, who had stood aloof during this conversation, and was now about to follow his master.
"Adieu, my pretty page," said Aubry; "but before you leave me do me a favor."
"What is it?"