We will not recall it." "Very well." The marquis's anger was close to the surface.

This was his reward for what he understood to be a tremendous personal sacrifice! He had come three thousand miles to make a restitution only to receive covert curses for his pains! "But I beg of you not to repeat that extravagant play-acting.

This glass belongs to Monsieur de Lauson, and it might cost you dear." "Is your heart made of stone or of steel that you think you can undo what you have done?
Can I believe you?
How am I to tell that you are not doubling on the lie?
Is not all this because you are afraid to die without succession, the fear that men will laugh ?" "I am not afraid of anything," sharply; "not even of ridicule." "Well, Monsieur le Marquis, neither am I.

You have wasted your time." "So I perceive," sourly.

"A letter would have been more to the purpose." "It would indeed.