She put forth her hand and seized one of the pistols as the carriage with a final jolt came to a standstill.
An instant later the door was dragged open, and La Boulaye stood bowing in the rain with mock ceremoniousness and a very contemptuous smile on his stern mouth.

He had dismounted, and flung the reins of his horse over the bough of a tree by the roadside.

The Marquise shuddered at sight of him, and sought to shrink farther back into the cushions of the carriage.
"Citoyenne," he was saying, very bitterly, "when I made my compact with you yesternight, I did not reckon upon being compelled to ride after you in this fashion.

I have some knowledge of the ways of your people, of their full words and empty deeds; but you I was fool enough to trust.

By experience we learn.