"You must remain with us a little longer." "But I will not stay.

I will not be detained.

There is some conspiracy a-foot against me.

I will indict you all for it, if you hinder me in going forth," the knight vociferated, in accents of mingled rage and terror.

"Stop me at your peril, thou saucy Gascon knave." "_Cornes du diable_!--no more a knave than yourself, _gros usurier_!" Cyprien cried.
"_Laissez-lui,_ Cyprien," Madame Bonaventure interposed;--"the courteous knight will yield to my entreaties, and stay of his own free will." "I have business that calls me hence.