I remember too well that you once said we should be friends." I did not intend my voice to falter, but it did: more, I think, through the agitation of late delight than in any spasm of present fear.

Still there certainly was something in M.Paul's anger--a kind of passion of emotion--that specially tended to draw tears.

I was not unhappy, nor much afraid, yet I wept.
"Allons, allons!" said he presently, looking round and seeing the deluge universal.

"Decidedly I am a monster and a ruffian.

I have only one pocket-handkerchief," he added, "but if I had twenty, I would offer you each one.