Take you this man to husband, you who with such calmness sought to drive others into unwilling wedlock.

Do it, madame, and do it now, or by the Heaven above us, you shall come to Paris with me, and you'll not find them nice there.

It will avail you little to storm and shout at them that you are Marquise de Condillac.

As a murderess and a rebel shall you be tried, and as both or either it is odds you will be broken on the wheel--and your son with you.

So make your choice, madame." He ceased.