"But," said Aurilly, "some day or other I must see your mistress."
"Doubtless," said Remy; "but that will be when she likes, and not when you like."
"But if I employ force."
"Try," said Remy, while a lightning glance, which he could not repress, shot from his eyes.
Aurilly tried to laugh. "What a fool I am!" said he; "what does it matter to me who she is? She is the same person whom the duke saw."
"Certainly."
"And whom he told me to bring to Chateau-Thierry."
"Yes."
"Well! that is all that is necessary. It is not I who am in love with her, it is monseigneur; and provided that you do not seek to escape or fly—"
"Do we appear to wish to do so?"