I trust that he may be worthy of it.' She turned cold and proud in an instant when anyone threw a doubt upon this wretched lover of hers.
'I know him as neither the Emperor nor you can do,' said she.

'He has the heart and soul of a poet, and he is too high-minded to suspect the intrigues to which he has fallen a victim.

But as to Toussac, I should have no pity upon him, for I know him to be a murderer five times over, and I know also that there will be no peace in France until he has been taken.

Cousin Louis, will you help me to do it ?' The lieutenant had been tugging at his moustache and looking me up and down with a jealous eye.
'Surely, mademoiselle, you will permit me to help you ?' he cried in a piteous voice.
'I may need you both,' said she.

'I will come to you if I do.