"Monsieur," I said, "I should be glad to leave this house with my skin
whole or broken, so long as I left on my own feet. But you have
mentioned the very reason why I shall not betray you. I do not love you
and I do not love Lucas. Therefore, if you and M. Lucas are to fight, I
ask nothing better than to help the quarrel on."
He stared at me with an air more of bewilderment than aught else, but
Yeux-gris's ready laughter rang out.
"Bravo, Félix! I am proud of you. That is an idea worthy of Cæsar! You
would set your enemies to exterminate each other. And I asked you to be
my valet!"
"Which do you wish to see slain?" demanded the black Gervais.