But I fear that as long as you are a Huguenot, there will be no peace for you in France, monsieur." "The law is indeed heavy upon us." "And will be heavier if what I hear from court is correct.

I wonder that you do not fly the country." "My business and my duty lie here." "Well, every man knows his own affairs best.

Would it not be wise to bend to the storm, heh ?" The Huguenot gave a gesture of horror.
"Well, well, I meant no harm.

And where is this fair maid who has been the cause of the broil ?" "Where is Adele, Pierre ?" asked the merchant of the old servant, who had carried in the silver tray with a squat flask and tinted Venetian glasses.
"I locked her in my room, master." "And where is she now ?" "I am here, father." The young girl sprang into the room, and threw her arms round the old merchant's neck.

"Oh, I trust these wicked men have not hurt you, love!" "No, no, dear child; none of us have been hurt, thanks to his Highness the Prince of Conde here." Adele raised her eyes, and quickly drooped them again before the keen questioning gaze of the old soldier.