'Madam,' he said, 'if, as you say, he prove exacting, we must take the bull by the horns.' 'We shall see,' she said, and she arranged her skirt like one about to rise.

Temper, scorn, disgust, all the more acrid feelings, became her like jewels; and she now looked her best.
'Pray God they quarrel,' thought Gondremark.

'The damned minx may fail me yet, unless they quarrel.

It is time to let him in.

Zz--fight, dogs!' Consequent on these reflections, he bent a stiff knee and chivalrously kissed the Princess's hand.