"How dare you speak to me thus ?" All his servile manner had now returned to him, and he uttered a string of complaints in a whining tone of voice.

She had played him a most unfair trick, and had stolen a certain little glass bottle from his office; and if anything had leaked out, his head would have paid the penalty of a crime in which he had no hand.

He was quite ill, owing to the suspense and anxiety he had endured; sleep would not come to his bed, and the pangs of remorse tortured him continually.
"Enough," cried Diana, stamping her foot angrily on the ground.

"Enough, I say." "Well, mademoiselle, I can no longer remain here.

I am far too nervous, and I wish to go to some foreign country." "Come, let me hear the real meaning of this long preface." Thus adjured, Daumon spoke.