“Mort de tous les diables!” cried he, “you will make me kill you at last! You are tearing me to bits! Now I cannot go out.”
“On the contrary, you must go out immediately.”
“Without a coat?”
“Put on your great-coat.”
“It is all in holes.”
“Then do not put it on; but you must go out.”
“I will not.”
She took out of her pocket another handful of gold, and put it into his hands.
Beausire kneeled at her feet and cried, “Order, and I will obey!”
“Go quickly to the Capucin, Rue de Seine, where they sell dominoes for the bal masque, and buy me one complete, mask and all.”