Let me act; be wise, do not blow out any one's brains.
_Grand Dieu!_ what would become of us, if the only way to get rid of people was by killing them ?" As she pronounced these words a servant entered, bearing a card on a silver salver.

She took the card and exclaimed: "When you speak of the wolf--Here is our man!" She begged M.Langis to retire; he implored permission to remain, promising to be a model of discretion.

She was insisting on his leaving when Count Abel Larinski appeared.
Samuel Brohl had scarcely taken three steps in Mme.

de Lorcy's _salon_ before he conjectured why M.Moriaz had asked him to go there, and what was the significance of the commission with which he was charged.
Notwithstanding the _salon_ had a southern exposure, and that it was then the middle of the month of August, it seemed to him to be cold there.

He thought that he felt a draught of chilly air, an icy wind, which pierced him through and through, and caused him an unpleasant shiver.