His cheeks were flushed with a reflection of the heart within.
"Citoyenne, I have a debt to discharge, and I will discharge it in full.
Intercessions are vain with me.

I cannot forget.

Send me your brother within ten minutes to meet me here, man to man, and he shall have--all of you shall have--the chance that lies in such an encounter.

But woe unto every man at Bellecour if he should fail me.

Citoyenne, you know my mind." But she overlooked the note of dismissal in his voice.
"You speak of a debt that you must discharge," said she, with no whit less heat than he had exhibited.