His face grew purple; and he struck the table with his fist more furiously than he had ever done in his life.

He, usually so guarded, so decorous on all occasions, uttered a volley of oaths that would not have done discredit to an old cavalry officer.
"And I tell you, sir, that this dream of yours shall never take place.
No; that it sha'n't.

I swear it.

I promise you, whatever happens, understand, that things shall remain as they are; because it is my will.
You are Viscount de Commarin, and Viscount de Commarin you shall remain, in spite of yourself, if necessary.

You shall retain the title to your death, or at least to mine; for never, while I live, shall your absurd idea be carried out." "But, sir," began Albert, timidly.
"You are very daring to interrupt me while I am speaking, sir," exclaimed the count.