Let us own that he is a brave man, seeing that he and I are not even yet, for that beating he gave me on the Calais cliffs." "Yes! he has planned it all," she retorted vehemently.

"The quarrel to-night, your journey to France, your meeting with him face to face at a given hour and place where he can most readily, most easily close the death-trap upon you." This time he broke into a laugh.

A good, hearty laugh, full of the joy of living, of the madness and intoxication of a bold adventure, a laugh that had not one particle of anxiety or of tremor in it.
"Nay! m'dear!" he said, "but your ladyship is astonishing....

Close a death-trap upon your humble servant ?...

Nay! the governing citizens of France will have to be very active and mighty wide-awake ere they succeed in stealing a march on me....