"Look at me well, M. Pascal, and if you have ever dared look an honest woman in the face, and know how to read truth on her brow, you will see that I speak the truth. You might put all your fortune there at my feet, and the disdain and disgust you excite in me would be the same."
"Crush me, but let me tell you—"
"Be silent! It has suited me to let you believe a moment that I was the mistress of the prince; first, because I do not care for the esteem of a man of your character, and then, because that would encourage you in your insulting offers."
"But then, why have—"
"Be silent! I had need to know the degree of influence I possessed over you. I know, and I am going to use it."
"Oh, I ask nothing better, if you wish—"
"I have come here for two reasons; the first, to receive this letter of credit—"
"Instantly, but—"
"I have come for another reason,—to put an end to the infamous abuse you have made of an apparent service, a pretended generosity rendered to the husband of my best friend, M. Charles Dutertre."
"You are acquainted with the Dutertres! ah, I see the trap."