Have her here once.

If she does not yield then, why, the matter is closed.

She can go and tickle somebody else." And he made a hearty breakfast, and sat down to his writing table and ran over the scattered notes for his book.
"I had got," he said, glancing at his last chapter, "to where the alchemic experiments and diabolic evocations have proved unavailing.
Prelati, Blanchet, all the sorcerers and sorcerers' helpers whom the Marshal has about him, admit that to bring Satan to him Gilles must make over his soul and body to the Devil or commit crimes.
"Gilles refuses to alienate his existence and sell his soul, but he contemplates murder without any horror.

This man, so brave on the battlefield, so courageous when he accompanied Jeanne d'Arc, trembles before the Devil and is afraid when he thinks of eternity and of Christ.
The same is true of his accomplices.

He has made them swear on the Testament to keep the secret of the confounding turpitudes which the chateau conceals, and he can be sure that not one will violate the oath, for, in the Middle Ages, the most reckless of freebooters would not commit the inexpiable sin of deceiving God.
"At the same time that his alchemists abandon their unfruitful furnaces, Gilles begins a course of systematic gluttony, and his flesh, set on fire by the essences of inordinate potations and spiced dishes, seethes in tumultuous eruption.
"Now, there are no women in the chateau.