"He is doting, quite doting, I see," and he turned round to his brother officers, as though appealing to them to corroborate his opinion.
"Either that, or else he must be very fond of Mademoiselle Guillotine," said one of them.
"Well, now, old gentleman, answer me this question," said Santerre, "do you want to die this evening ?" "If I could but think that my daughter was safe, and out of the power of that viper, whom I have warmed in my bosom, death would not be unwelcome to me." "Viper!" said Denot, curling his lips, and speaking through his closed teeth.

"Warmed in your bosom! I have yet to learn, old man, that I owe you ought; but if it be a comfort to you to know it, know that no worse evil awaits your daughter than to become the wife of a true Frenchman." "True!" said the Marquis.

"Yes, as true as the Prince of Darkness." "Come, old man," said Santerre, "we know nothing about Princes, nor yet about Marquises.

You must be content now to call the devil by his plain name, though I rather believe it has already been decided in Paris, that the gentleman is nothing but a foul fiction of the aristocrats.

Come, if you wish to save your neck, put your signature to this little document." "I will sign nothing that is put before me in such a manner," said the Marquis.
"Why you have not even read it.