I want to see you squirm.

I want to see her put where she deserves.

Bah! Do you think Fournel forgave you for putting his feet in his shoes, and for that case at law, for nothing?
Why should he?
He hated you, and you hated him.

His name's on that paper in your hand among all the rest.

Do you think he eats humble pie and crawls to Madame and lets you stay here for nothing ?" The Seigneur was painfully quiet and intent, yet his brain was like some great lens, refracting and magnifying things to monstrous proportions.
"A will was found ?" he asked.
"By Madame in the library.