"There is the mystery.

From the clutches of this profligate Mirepoix, I suppose.
From the dangerous Mirepoix.

Upon my honour," with a sudden ring of resolution in his tone, "I think you are safer here; I think you had better stay where you are, Madame, until morning! And risk Mirepoix!" "Oh, no! no!" Madame cried vehemently.
"Oh, yes! yes!" he replied.

"What do you say, Coadjutor?
Do you not think so ?" The priest looked down sullenly.

His voice shook as he murmured in answer, "Madame will please herself.