"And why not?"
"Because you are not the steward of M. du Bouchage."
Aurilly grew pale. "Who told you so?" said he.
"No one; but M. du Bouchage, when he left, recommended to my care the person whom I accompany, and never spoke of you."
"He only saw me after he left you."
"Falsehoods, monsieur; falsehoods."
Aurilly drew himself up—Remy looked like an old man.
"You speak in a singular tone, my good man," said he, frowning; "take care, you are old, and I am young; you are feeble, and I am strong."
Remy smiled, but did not reply.
"If I wished ill to you or your mistress," continued Aurilly. "I have but to raise my hand."