"I will not fly, I will remain."
"But do you know why I came down here? Do you know what I propose to do?"
Madame de Cambes picked up the torch, and put it near the barrel of powder.
"I have a suspicion," said she.
"Claire!" cried Canolles in dismay. "Claire!"
"Say again that you propose to die, and we will die together."
The pale face of the viscountess indicated such resolution that Canolles realized that she was quite capable of doing what she said; and he stopped.
"Tell me what you wish," he said.
"I wish you to surrender."
"Never!"