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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: Gil de Berault and left the ground with a whole skin, no one
would believe you.'
'Gil de Berault!' he exclaimed frowning.
'Yes, Monsieur,' I replied suavely. 'At your service. You did
not know my name?'
'I thought that your name was De Barthe,' he said. His voice
sounded queerly; and he waited for the answer with parted lips,
and a shadow in his eyes which I had seen in men's eyes before.
'No,' I said; 'that was my mother's name. I took it for this
occasion only.'
His florid cheek lost a shade of its colour, and he bit his lips
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