"Peste! I thought you dead these three months." "And you are overcome with joy to find that you were in error, eh, Marquis?
We Luynes die hard." "It seems so, indeed," he answered with a cool effrontery past crediting in one who but a moment ago had looked so pitiful.

"What do you seek at Canaples ?" "Many things, Marquis.

You among others." "You have come to murder me," he cried, and again alarm overspread his countenance.
"Hoity, toity, Marquis! We do not all follow the same trade.

Who talks of murder?
Faugh!" Again he took a step towards me, but again the nozzle of my pistol drove him back.

To have pistoled him there and then as he deserved would have brought the household about my ears, and that would have defeated my object.