"Blows and insults are fatal mistakes.

I have better information than yourself, that is all.

I have more than ten times seen your daughter enter a house in the Rue Tour d'Auvergne, and asking for M.Andre, creep silently up the staircase." The Count felt that he was choking.

He tore off his cravat, and cried wildly, "Proofs! Give me proofs!" During the last five minutes Tantaine had shifted his ground so skilfully that the heavy library table now stood between himself and the Count, and he was comparatively safe behind this extemporized defence.
"Proofs ?" answered he.

"Do you think that I carry them about with me?
In a week I could give you the lovers' correspondence.