"We shall see.

Wait until I am in Toulouse, my malapert friend." Castelroux drew himself up, straight as a rapier, his face slightly flushed and his glance angry, yet he had the presence of mind to restrain himself, partly at least.
"I have my orders from the Keeper of the Seals, to effect the apprehension of Monsieur de Lesperon; and to deliver him up, alive or dead, at Toulouse.

So that I do this, the manner of it is my own affair, and who presumes to criticize my methods censoriously impugns my honour and affronts me.

And who affronts me, monsieur, be he whosoever he may be, renders me satisfaction.

I beg that you will bear that circumstance in mind." His moustaches bristled as he spoke, and altogether his air was very fierce and truculent.