"I would it were over," said Felix, "or that we could do without it."
"Why so? The Duke is dead, young Maurice is dead, and Montvilliers must have a duke."
"I have enemies, Jean, and they trouble me. What can I do with them?"
"Bury them quickly, just as we buried the old Duke and his son," the dwarf answered.
"That would be easy could I find these enemies," answered Felix, "but they are secret foes, striking in the dark."
"At your hand," was the quick retort; "your heart is whole. It puzzles me why your enemy did not run you through the heart the other night."
"It puzzles me, too, Jean."
"It would have saved a lot of trouble," the dwarf went on in a musing manner, "and you would have gone to your account proclaimed as a martyr. There would have been pilgrimages to your tomb in St Etienne, and Vayenne would have become famous."
"Since he did not kill me, he must mean other mischief," murmured Felix, following his own train of thoughts and paying little attention to the dwarf.