Be good enough to bear that in your memory." In a moment he was all servility.

The sneer passed out of his face, the arrogance out of his demeanour.

He became as full of smiles and capers as the meanest sycophant.
"You will forgive me, monsieur!" he cried, spreading his hands, and with the humblest smile in the world.

"I perceive that I have taken a great liberty; yet you have misunderstood its purport.

I sought to sound you touching the wisdom of a step upon which I have ventured." "That is, monsieur ?" I asked, throwing back my head, with the scent of danger breast high.
"I took it upon myself to-day to mention the fact that you are alive and well to one who had a right, I thought, to know of it, and who is coming hither tomorrow." "That was a presumption you may regret," said I between my teeth.