Bid them put up their swords, madame.

Bethink you that Monsieur de Garnache is here in the Queen's name." Too well did madame bethink her of it.

Garnache need not plague himself with vexation that his rash temper alone had wrought his ruin now.

It had but accelerated it.

It was just possible, perhaps, that suavity might have offered him opportunities; but, for the rest, from the moment that he showed himself firm in his resolve to carry mademoiselle to Paris, his doom was sealed.