I am waiting, Monsieur." I shrugged my shoulders rudely.

Why, indeed, be courteous where so little courtesy was met with?
"A little while ago, Mademoiselle, when M.de Mancini dubbed me a wizard you were good enough to sneer.

Now, a sneer, Mademoiselle, implies unbelief, and I would convince you that you were wrong to disbelieve." "If you have no other motive for detaining me, suffer me to depart," she interrupted with some warmth.

"Whether you be a wizard or not is of no moment to me." "And yet I dare swear that you will be of a different mind within five minutes.

A wizard is one who discloses things unknown to his fellow-men.
I am about to convince you that I can do this, and by convincing you I am about to serve you." "I seek neither conviction nor service at your hands," she answered.
"Your courtesy dumfounds me, Mademoiselle!" "No less than does your insolence dumfound me," she retorted, with crimson cheeks.