I was by honour bound to leave nothing undone that might result in the Vicomte's enlargement." Ornbreval laughed softly, but with consummate amusement.
"A sans-culotte with a sense of honour is such an anomaly--" he began, when Mademoiselle interposed, a note of anger sounding in her voice.
"M.

d'Ombreval means to pay you a compliment," she informed La Boulaye, "but he has such an odd way of choosing his expressions that I feared you might misunderstand him." La Boulaye signified his indifference by a smile.
"I am afraid the ci-devant Vicomte has not yet learnt his lesson," said he; "or else he is like the sinner who upon recovering health forgot the penitence that had come to him in the days of sickness.

But we have other matters to deal with, Citoyenne, and, in particular, the matter of the passport.

Fool that I am!" he cried bitterly.
"I must return to Paris at once," he announced briskly.

"There is no help for it.