"Love!" said the marquis in a theatrical tone, mimicking Leoni; "remorse! those are very sonorous and dramatic words. When do you send Juliette to the hospital?"
"That is right," said Leoni, with a gloomy, despairing air, "talk to me that way, I prefer it. That suits me, I am capable of anything. To the hospital! yes. She was so lovely, so dazzlingly beautiful! I came, and see what I have brought her to! Ah! I could tear out my hair!"
"Well," said the marquis after a pause, "have we had enough sentiment for to-day? God! it has been a long attack. Now let us reason a little; you don't seriously mean to fight with Henryet?"
"Most seriously," replied Leoni; "you talk seriously enough about murdering him."
"That's a very different matter."
"It is precisely the same thing. He doesn't know how to use any weapon, and I am very expert with all sorts."
"Except the stiletto," said the marquis, "or the pistol at point-blank range; besides, you don't kill anybody but women."
"I will kill that man at all events," replied Leoni.
"And you think he will consent to fight with you?"
"He will; he is brave enough."