"I cannot go back," she said firmly; "I cannot." "Then you are willing to marry him," he cried in ignoble anger.

"That is it! Nay, you must wish to marry him! For, as for his conditions, Mademoiselle," the young man continued, with an insulting laugh, "you cannot think seriously of them.

_He_ keep conditions and you in his power! He, Count Hannibal! But for the matter of that, and were he in the mind to keep them, what are they?
There are plenty of ministers.

I left one only this morning.

I could lay my hand on one in five minutes.
He has only to find one, therefore--and to find me!" "Yes, Monsieur," she cried, trembling with wounded pride, "it is for that reason I implore you to go.