You are my slave, despite your brave title; my thing, my plaything, despite your servants, and your great houses, and your husband! When I have finished telling you all that I have to tell, you will understand.

You will perhaps thank me for being merciful." Etta laughed defiantly.
"You are afraid of Paul," she cried.

"You are afraid of Karl Steinmetz; you will presently be afraid of me." "I think not," said De Chauxville coolly.

The two names just mentioned were certainly not of pleasant import in his ears, but he was not going to let a woman know that.

This man had played dangerous cards before now.