"Not another word, madame—not another word!"
"You love this woman," added Madame de Hansfeld.
"Not another word, I say, madame!"
"And she gives you rendezvous at her father's house. It's rather a sudden affair," added Madame de Hansfeld, with irony.
"You are unworthy even to utter the name of such an angel!" cried the prince.
"Really! Well, then, I am somewhat curious to know what the husband of this angel will think of your interview with his wife?"
"Do you dare?"
"Particularly when he learns that you introduced yourself to Pierre Raimond under an assumed name!"
"Are you thus resolved to drive me mad?" exclaimed the prince, passionately. "You talk of derangement, but it is you who are deranged, wretched woman, when you thus sport with your fate."
"The future will prove whether you or I am deranged, sir. I have been long accustomed to the wanderings of your reason; and I do not know if at this moment you are in your senses. But, however that may be, impress on your memory this—if you persist in making me quit Paris, I will disclose every thing to M. de Brévannes."