'That for his sword! It was because he held the Cardinal's commission, I tell you, because he had equal authority with us.

Because we had no choice.' 'And that being so, Monsieur, why are you now betraying him ?' she asked.
He swore at that, feeling the stroke go home.
'You must be mad!' he said, glaring at her.

'Cannot you see that the man is what I tell you?
Look at him! Look at him, I say! Listen to him! Has he a word to say for himself ?' Still she did not look.
'It is late,' she replied coldly.

'And I am not very well.

If you have done, quite done--perhaps, you will leave me, Monsieur.' 'MON DIEU! he exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders, and grinding his teeth in impotent rage.