Devil take me, but time flies!" "God knows, Paul," said Victor, brokenly, "what you have done this night.

You are mad, mad! What are you going to do?
You have publicly branded yourself as the illegitimate son of the marquis." "It is true," simply.
"True or false, you have published it without cause or reason.

Good God! and they will laugh at you; and I will kill all who laugh in my presence.

What madness!" Victor flung his hat on the table, strode the length of the room, beating his hands and rumpling his hair.
"How you go on, Victor!" said the Chevalier with half a smile.

"And you love me still ?" "And will, to the latest breath in my body.