Suddenly he seemed to have come to a swift resolution: the expression of his face changed from rage to icy coldness, and walking up to Angelique, he said, with a composure more terrible than the wildest fury-- "My rival's name ?" "You shall never learn it from me!" "Madame, his name ?" "Never! I have borne your insults too long.

I am not responsible to you for my actions." "Well, I shall learn it, in spite of you, and I know to whom to apply.
Do you think you can play fast and loose with me and my love?
No, no! I used to believe in you; I turned, a deaf ear to your traducers.

My mad passion for you became known; I was the jest and the butt of the town.
But you have opened my eyes, and at last I see clearly on whom my vengeance ought to fall.

He was formerly my friend, and I would believe nothing against him; although I was often warned, I took no notice.

But now I will seek him out, and say to him, 'You have stolen what was mine; you are a scoundrel! It must be your life, or mine!' And if, there is justice in heaven, I shall kill him! Well, madame, you don't ask me the name of this man! You well know whom I mean!" This threat brought home to Mademoiselle de Guerchi how imminent was her danger.