Ah, I know what you would say: he tried to kill you; he made you fight him.

But, Monsieur, he has repented of that.
He is ill, he is--crippled, he cherishes the Seigneury beyond its worth a thousand times." "He cherishes it at my expense.

So, you must not disturb the man who robs you of house and land, and tries to murder you, lest he should be disturbed and not sleep o' nights.

Come, Madame, that is too thin." "He might kill you, but he would not rob you, Monsieur.

Do you think that if he knew that will existed, he would be now at the Seigneury, or I here?
I know you hate Louis Racine." "With ample reason." "You hate him more because he defeated you than because he once tried to kill you.