CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. THE SENESCHAL OF DAUPHINY
CHAPTER II. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE
CHAPTER III. THE DOWAGER’S COMPLIANCE
CHAPTER IV. THE CHATEAU DE CONDILLAC
CHAPTER V. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE LOSES HIS TEMPER
CHAPTER VI. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE KEEPS HIS TEMPER
CHAPTER VII. THE OPENING OF THE TRAP
CHAPTER VIII. THE CLOSING OF THE TRAP
CHAPTER IX. THE SENESCHAL’S ADVICE
CHAPTER X. THE RECRUIT
CHAPTER XI. VALERIE’S GAOLER
CHAPTER XII. A MATTER OF CONSCIENCE
CHAPTER XIII. THE COURIER
CHAPTER XIV. FLORIMOND’S LETTER
CHAPTER XV. THE CONFERENCE
CHAPTER XVI. THE UNEXPECTED
CHAPTER XVII. HOW MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE LEFT CONDILLAC
CHAPTER XVIII. IN THE MOAT
CHAPTER XIX. THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XX. FLORIMOND DE CONDILLAC
CHAPTER XXI. THE GHOST IN THE CUPBOARD
CHAPTER XXII. THE OFFICES OF MOTHER CHURCH
CHAPTER XXIII. THE JUDGMENT OF GARNACHE
CHAPTER XXIV. SAINT MARTIN’S EVE
My Lord of Tressan, His Majesty’s Seneschal of Dauphiny, sat at his ease, his purple doublet all undone, to yield greater freedom to his vast bulk, a yellow silken undergarment visible through the gap, as is visible the flesh of some fruit that, swollen with over-ripeness, has burst its skin.
His wig—imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion—lay on the table amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose, round and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his horn-rimmed spectacles. His bald head—so bald and shining that it conveyed an unpleasant sense of nakedness, suggesting that its uncovering had been an act of indelicacy on the owner’s part—rested on the back of his great chair, and hid from sight the gaudy escutcheon wrou