I shouldn't at all like either of you to get killed.

Besides, he has not married me; and so there's no harm done." Sir Norman seemed rather struck by that view of the case, and after a few moments reflection on it, came to the conclusion that she knew best, and settled down peaceably again.
"Why do you suppose his name is not Count L'Estrange ?" he asked.
"For many reasons.

First--he is disguised; wears false whiskers, moustache, and wig, and even the voice he uses appears assumed.

Then Prudence seems in the greatest awe of him, and she is not one to be easily awed.

I never knew her to be in the slightest degree intimidated by any human being but himself and that mysterious woman, La Masque.
"Ah! you know La Masque, then ?" "Not personally; but I have seen her as I did you, you remember," with an arch glance; "and, like you, being once seen, is not to be forgotten." Sir Norman promptly paid her for the compliment in Cupid's own coin: "Little flatterer! I can almost forgive Count L'Estrange for wanting to marry you; for I presume he it only a man, and not quite equal to impossibilities.