Voltaire said you were mad for my life; that you swore to be revenged; that you would pull me limb from limb! Ah, you do not know." Surely I had found out the man's nature.

He was a coward, and stood in deadly fear of me.

He had been Voltaire's tool, who had frightened him to do his every bidding.

Now I must use his fear of me to make him do my will.
"Well, I have found you out," I said.

"You thought you would master me, didn't you ?" "Well, I'm master of you both.