I have not killed a man since this year Thursday." "And having killed me," replied the vicomte, rising, and there was a smile on his lips, "you would be forced to seek out Monsieur le Comte d'Herouville, a man of devastated estates and violent temper, the roughest swordsman since Crillon's time; D'Herouville, whose greed is as great and fierce as his love.

Have you thought of him, my poet?
Ah well, something tells me that the time is not far distant when we shall be rushing at each other's throats.

For the present, a truce.

You love madame; so do I.

She is free.