"But this is my property, mine—mine alone," said the duchess, impatiently.
"No matter, madame; you are in the power of your husband, and a deed of mortgage is very long and very minute."
"But once more, sir, you cannot make me believe that it so difficult to procure one hundred thousand francs in two hours."
"Then, madame, apply to your own notary, to your steward; with me, it is impossible."
"I have reasons, sir, to keep this a secret," said Madame de Lucenay, heartily. "You know the rogues who wish to rob M. de Saint Remy; it is on this account I address myself to you."
"Your confidence infinitely honors me, madame; but I cannot do what you ask."
"You have not this amount?"
"I have much more than this sum in bank bills, or in gold—here—here, in my safe."
"Oh, what a waste of words! Is it my signature you wish? I give it you; let us finish."
"In admitting, madame, that you are the Duchess of Lucenay."