Let me entreat you to retire.

It is not befitting our station--" "What is our station ?" she interrupted harshly.

"Rebels--proscribed, houseless beggars.

That is our station, thanks to you and your insane meddling with treason.

What is to become of us, fool?
What is to become of Roxalanne and me when they shall have hanged you and have driven us from Lavedan?
By God's death, a fine season this to talk of the dignity of our station! Did I not warn you, malheureux, to leave party faction alone?
You laughed at me." "Madame, your memory does me an injustice," he answered in a strangled voice.