"Well, but, well, but—if he's here we've got him. . . . He is going to turn up," said the Duke triumphantly; and he set down his hat on the table beside the coronet.
"I hope so," said Guerchard. "But will he dare to?"
"How do you mean?" said the Duke, with a puzzled air.
"Well, you have said yourself that this is a fortress. An hour ago, perhaps, Lupin was resolved to enter this room, but is he now?"
"I see what you mean," said the Duke, in a tone of disappointment.
"Yes; you see that now it needs the devil's own courage. He must risk everything to gain everything, and throw off the mask. Is Lupin going to throw himself into the wolf's jaws? I dare not think it. What do you think about it?"
Guerchard's husky voice had hardened to a rough harshness; there was a ring of acute anxiety in it, and under the anxiety a faint note of challenge, of a challenge that dare not make itself too distinct. His anxious, challenging eyes burned on the face of the Duke, as if they strove with all intensity to pierce a mask.
The Duke looked at him curiously, as if he were trying to divine what he would be at, but
