Consider that..." "I consider, monsieur, that you presume upon the kindness I have always shown you.

You abuse the position of toleration in which you stand.

Who are you?
What are you, that you should have the insolence to take this tone with me ?" He bowed, instantly his cold, detached self again, and resumed the mockery that was his natural habit.
"My congratulations, mademoiselle, upon the readiness with which you begin to adapt yourself to the great role you are to play." "Do you adapt yourself also, monsieur," she retorted angrily, and turned her shoulder to him.
"To be as the dust beneath the haughty feet of Madame la Marquise.

I hope I shall know my place in future." The phrase arrested her.

She turned to him again, and he perceived that her eyes were shining now suspiciously.