"I know you for what you are.

I am the champion of the _carissima signora_ and the protector of the English statesman.

You are a traitor and murderer--" Vauvenarde lifted his hand in a threatening gesture.
"Hold your tongue, you little abortion!" he shouted.
But Anastasius went on screaming and flourishing his bundle of papers.
"Ask him if he remembers the horse Sultan; ask him if he remembers the horse Sultan!" Lola took him by the shoulders.
"Anastasius, you must go away from here--to please me.

It's my orders." But he shook himself free, and the silk hat which he had not removed fell off in the quick struggle.
"Ask him if he remembers Saupiquet," he screamed, and then banged the door.
A malevolent devil put a sudden idea into my head and prompted speech.
"_Do_ you remember Saupiquet ?" I asked ironically.
"Monsieur, meddle with your own affairs and let me pass.

You shall hear from me." The dwarf planted himself before the door.
"You shall not pass till you have answered me.