They would not dare to touch the prince; they will content themselves with breaking a few windows." "What do you want me to do ?" repeated Etta.
De Chauxville paused.
"Merely," he answered lightly, "to leave open a door--a side door.

I understand that there is a door in the old portion of the castle leading up by a flight of stairs to the smoking-room, and thence to the new part of the building." Etta did not answer.

De Chauxville glanced at his watch and walked to the window, where he stood looking out.

He was too refined a person to whistle, but his attitude was suggestive of that mode of killing time.
"This door I wish you to unbar yourself before dinner on Thursday evening," he said, turning round and slowly coming toward her.
"And I refuse to do it," said Etta.
"Ah!" Etta sprung to her feet and faced him--a beautiful woman, a very queen of anger.

Her blazing eyes were on a level with his.
"Yes," she cried, with clenched fists, standing her full height till she seemed to look down into his mean, fox-like face.