He looked disconcerted and embarrassed, and I took him for Mirepoix--rightly as it turned out.
"I am sure," he now exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety, or it might be with fear, "your ladyship will regret leaving here! You will indeed! No harm would have happened to you.

Madame d'O does not know what she is doing, or she would not take you away.

She does not know what she is doing!" he repeated earnestly.
"Madame d'O!" cried the beautiful Diane, her brown eyes darting fire at the unlucky culprit, her voice full of angry disdain.

"How dare you--such as you--mention my name?
Wretch!" She flung the last word at him, and the priest took it up.

"Ay, wretch! Wretched man indeed!" he repeated slowly, stretching out his long thin hand and laying it like the claw of some bird of prey on the tradesman's shoulder, which flinched, I saw, under the touch.