“You are dealing with a desperate woman, monsieur. You must go.”
“Then give me the papers to take with me.”
She came and stood opposite me, her eyes aflame, and her hands clenched.
“You shall go if we have to use force to take you away;” and she moved away and laid her finger on the bell.
“You will not do that, mademoiselle.”
“Why not?” she cried, turning round.
“Because the man who seeks to lay hands on me will touch nothing else in this life.”
For a minute she stood silent in distracted hesitation.
The silence was broken by the sound of the carriage wheels.
“We will see,” she cried, and pressed the bell.