There are at least sixty yards of it, I should think--and what a bundle it makes! I feared they would discover it under my cloak." "And what are you going to do with all this rope ?" inquired the new-comer.
"I am going to hand it to Baron d'Escorval, to whom I have already given a file.

He must make his escape to-night." So improbable was this scene that the baron could not believe his own ears.
"I cannot be awake; I must be dreaming," he thought.
The new-comer uttered a terrible oath, and, in an almost threatening tone, he said: "We will see about that! If you have gone mad, I, thank God! still possess my reason! I will not permit----" "Pardon!" interrupted the other, coldly, "you will permit it.

This is merely the result of your own--credulity.

When Chanlouineau asked you to allow him to receive a visit from Mademoiselle Lacheneur, that was the time you should have said: 'I will not permit it.' Do you know what the fellow desired?
Simply to give Mademoiselle Lacheneur a letter of mine, so compromising in its natures that if it ever reaches the hands of a certain person of my acquaintance, my father and I will be obliged to reside in London in future.

Then farewell to the projects for an alliance between our two families!" The new-comer heaved a mighty sigh, accompanied by a half-angry, half-sorrowful exclamation; but the other, without giving him any opportunity to reply, resumed: "You, yourself, Marquis, would doubtless be compromised.