When I wish to be killed, Sir John, I'll pick a quarrel with you." "Oh! don't pick a quarrel with me," said the Englishman, "it would grieve me too much to have to fight you." "We will try, my lord, not to cause you such grief.

So it is settled then, in two hours." "Yes, you told me you were in a hurry." "Precisely.

How far is it to this charming spot ?" "From here to Vaucluse ?" "Yes." "Twelve miles." "A matter of an hour and a half.

We have no time to lose, so let us rid ourselves of troublesome things in order to have nothing but pleasure before us." The Englishman looked at the young man in astonishment.

Roland did not seem to pay any attention to this look.
"Here are three letters," said he; "one for Madame de Montrevel, my mother; one for Mlle.