"Let us pretend to fall into it."
"But—"
"What do you fear, we can but die? Are you not ready to die for the accomplishment of our vow?"
"Yes, but not to die without vengeance."
"Remy," cried Diana, her eyes sparkling with wild excitement, "be easy, we will be revenged; you on the servant, and I on the master."
"Well, madame, then, so be it."
And Remy went down, but still hesitating.
The brave young man had, at the sight of Aurilly, felt, in spite of himself, that nervous shudder that one feels at the sight of a reptile; he wished to kill him because he feared him. But as he went down, his resolution returned, and he determined, in spite of Diana's opinion, to interrogate Aurilly—to confound him, and if he discovered that he had any evil intentions, to kill him on the spot.
Aurilly waited for him impatiently. Remy advanced armed with an unshakable resolution, but his words were quiet and calm.
"Monsieur," said he, "my mistress cannot accept your proposal."