"I shall return very safely to the Louvre all alone." "As you please, Madame Bonacieux," said the ex-mercer.

"Shall I see you again soon ?" "Next week I hope my duties will afford me a little liberty, and I will take advantage of it to come and put things in order here, as they must necessarily be much deranged." "Very well; I shall expect you.

You are not angry with me ?" "Not the least in the world." "Till then, then ?" "Till then." Bonacieux kissed his wife's hand, and set off at a quick pace.
"Well," said Mme.Bonacieux, when her husband had shut the street door and she found herself alone; "that imbecile lacked but one thing to become a cardinalist.

And I, who have answered for him to the queen--I, who have promised my poor mistress--ah, my God, my God! She will take me for one of those wretches with whom the palace swarms and who are placed about her as spies! Ah, Monsieur Bonacieux, I never did love you much, but now it is worse than ever.

I hate you, and on my word you shall pay for this!" At the moment she spoke these words a rap on the ceiling made her raise her head, and a voice which reached her through the ceiling cried, "Dear Madame Bonacieux, open for me the little door on the alley, and I will come down to you.".