But where shall we find them?
Pish! my dear Marius, matters are little mended, nor ever will be, for the mistake we made in allowing Garnache to go his ways." "Madame;" again ventured Tressan, "I think that you want for hopefulness." "At least, I do not want for courage, Monsieur le Comte," she answered him; "and I promise you that while I live--to handle a sword if need be--no Paris men shall set foot in Condillac." "Aye," grumbled Marius, "you can contemplate that, and it is all you do contemplate.

You will not see, madame that our position is far from desperate; that, after all, there may be no need to resist the King.

It is three months since we had news of Florimond.

Much may happen in three months when a man is warring.

It may well be that he is dead." "I wish I knew he was--and damned," she snapped, with a tightening of her scarlet lips.
"Yes," agreed Marius, with a sigh, "that were an end to all our troubles." "I'm none so sure.