If you have forgotten, as he is still living, I can write to him and he will send me information on the subject." A cold sweat burst from the brow of Milady.
"You jest!" said she, in a hollow voice.
"Do I look so ?" asked the baron, rising and going a step backward.
"Or rather you insult me," continued she, pressing with her stiffened hands the two arms of her easy chair, and raising herself upon her wrists.
"I insult you!" said Lord de Winter, with contempt.

"In truth, madame, do you think that can be possible ?" "Indeed, sir," said Milady, "you must be either drunk or mad.

Leave the room, and send me a woman." "Women are very indiscreet, my sister.

Cannot I serve you as a waiting maid?
By that means all our secrets will remain in the family." "Insolent!" cried Milady; and as if acted upon by a spring, she bounded toward the baron, who awaited her attack with his arms crossed, but nevertheless with one hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Come!" said he.

"I know you are accustomed to assassinate people; but I warn you I shall defend myself, even against you." "You are right," said Milady.