I had not dreamed the wretch was so observant; but hate sharpens the ears, and he had counted our interviews and actually knew Flora by her name.

Gradually my coolness returned to me, accompanied by a volume of living anger that surprised myself.
'Are you nearly done ?' I asked.

'Because if you are, I am about to say a word or two myself.' 'Oh, fair play!' said he.

'Turn about! The Marquis of Carabas to the tribune.' 'Very well,' said I.

'I have to inform you that I am a gentleman.