"Would Monsieur have me turn Judas?"
"Judas betrayed his _master_."
It was my last stand. My last redoubt had fallen. I raised my head to
tell him all.
Maybe it was the tears in my eyes, but as I lifted them to M. le Duc, I
saw--not him, but Yeux-gris--Yeux-gris looking at me with warm good
will, as he had looked when he was saving me from Gervais. I saw him, I
say, plain before my eyes. The next instant there was nothing but
Monsieur's face of rising impatience.