“A mortal offense.”
“The deuce! I can say so, I suppose?”
“More than that, even, if you like.”
“That is a very great convenience.”
“I may look upon it as one of your arranged affairs, may I not?” said Raoul, smiling.
“As a matter of course. Where will you be waiting for him?”
“Ah! I forgot; it is a very delicate matter. M. de Saint-Aignan is a very great friend of the king’s.”
“So I have heard it said.”
“So that if I kill him—”
“Oh! you will kill him, certainly; you must take every precaution to do so. But there is no difficulty in these matters now; if you had lived in our early days,—ah, those were days worth living for!”