"Clotilde," she said, a minute after, turning with a look of sun-bright resolve, "I am going to see him."
"To see whom?" asked the other, looking back from the window, whither she had gone to recover from a reactionary trembling.
"To whom, my child? Why--"
"You do not expect mercy from Honoré Grandissime? You would not ask it?"
"No. There is no mercy in the Grandissime blood; but cannot I demand justice? Ha! it is justice that I shall demand!"
"And you will really go and see him?"
"You will see, Mademoiselle," replied Aurore, dropping a broom with which she had begun to sweep up some spilled buttons.
"And I with you?"
"No! To a counting-room? To the presence of the chief of that detestable race? No!"
"But you don't know where his office is."