The duke advanced, and I kept pace with him.
"Keep your eye on that fellow, Mr.Aycon," said the duke; and then he put his left hand in his pocket, took out a key and flung it in Lafleur's face.

It struck him sharply between the eyes, and he whined again.
"Open the box," said the duke.

"Open it--do you hear?
This instant!" With shaking hands the fellow dragged the box from where it lay by Pierre's feet, and dropping on his knees began to fumble with the lock.

At last he contrived to unlock it, and raised the lid.

The duke sprang forward and, catching him by the nape of the neck, crammed his head down into the box, bidding him, "Look--look--look!" And while he said it he laughed, and took advantage of Lafleur's posture to give him four or five hearty kicks.
"It's empty!" cried Lafleur, surprise rescuing him for an instant from the other emotions to which his position gave occasion.