'Of course.'
'She will also probably throw books, or a slipper, or a cushion at your head——'
'Or the fire-irons, Monseigneur'
'But you won't mind that——'
'On the contrary, I shall enjoy it.'
'The more my sister frets the quicker will her choler be over.'
'The quicker, too, will the furniture of the hostel be smashed to pieces.'
'And when she hath calmed down, you and she can sit together quietly and make plans for the conciliation of my future loyal Flemish subjects.'
'I shall greatly look forward to so peaceful a tête-à-tête.'
'Then, that's settled!' concluded Monsieur airily, as he finally rose from his chair, yawned and stretched. 'Palsambleu! what a day of it I have had! Own to it, my good Gilles, I have well deserved a holiday and the company of Madame de Marquette after all this business and the scoldings and objurgations of my impetuous sister!'