He had, however, brought it on himself, and he must eat the bitter fruit.
The girl's eyes were cold and hard.

She knew him to be Valmond's enemy, and she had no idea of sparing him.

She knew also that he had been courteous enough to send a man each day to inquire after Valmond, but that was not to the point; he was torturing her, he had prophesied the downfall of her "spurious Napoleon." "It will be too long a journey for you, and for all, presently," he said.
"You mean that His Excellency will die ?" she asked, her heart beating so hard that it hurt her.

Yet the flat-iron moved backwards and forwards upon the sheets mechanically.
"Or fight a Government," he answered.

"He has had a good time, and good times can't last for ever, can they, Elise?
Have you ever thought of that ?" She turned pale and swayed over the table.