"What do you mean?"
"Monsieur—"
"Speak, speak, I say."
"What if,—and it would not be his fault, remember, monsieur,—what if he should not share the affection he has inspired in mademoiselle—"
"Damnation!" exclaimed Cloarek.
Then after a moment's silence he said, sternly:
"Send your nephew here."
"Do not ask me to do that, monsieur!" pleaded Suzanne, in terror.
"Obey me, do you hear?"
"Not if you kill me, monsieur," replied Suzanne, resolutely; "no, he shall not come. I will make him leave the house. I will not expose him to—"