which he wore glittered brilliantly in the coloured rays
"I'm sorry," said Molyneux. "You fight like a gentleman."
"You called yourself Beaucaire?"
"Yes, monsieur." He was swaying to and fro; his servants ran to support him.
"I wish - " continued Molyncux, hesitating. "Evil take me! - but I'm sorry you're hurt."
"Assist Sir Hugh into my carriage," said Lady Mary.
"Farewell, mademoiselle!" M. Beaucaire's voice was very faint. His eyes were fixed upon her face. She did not look toward him.
They were propping Sir Hugh on the cushions. The Duke rode up close to Beaucaire, but Francois seized his bridle fiercely, and forced the horse back on its haunches.
"The man's servants worship him," said Molyneux.