In the end you will have to go.

I think if I were you I would not wait.

The train de luxe to Calais is more comfortable than a wet bench in the Morgue or a French prison." "Who has decided this ?" Duncombe asked.

"What Emperor has signed the decree of my banishment ?" "There have been worse served Emperors," the Vicomte remarked, "than the, shall we say person, who bids you go!" "What is my offence ?" Duncombe asked.
"I know nothing," the Vicomte answered slowly, pouring himself out some absinthe.
"Who are my judges, then?
What secret authorities have I incensed?
I am an honest man, engaged in an honest mission.

Why should I not be allowed to execute it ?" The Vicomte half closed his eyes.