I was about to put my luggage in it, when a servant came from the count asking me to give him a moment’s conversation.
I wrote a note in French, saying that after what had passed we ought not to meet again under his roof.
A minute later he came into my room, and shut the door, saying,—
“As you won’t speak to me, I have come to speak to you.”
“What have you got to say?”
“If you leave my house in this fashion you will dishonour me, and I will not allow it.”
“Excuse me, but I should very much like to see how you are going to prevent me from leaving your house.”
“I will not allow you to go by yourself; we must go together.”
“Certainly; I understand you perfectly. Get your sword or your pistols, and we will start directly. There is room for two in the carriage.”
“That won’t do. You must dine with me, and then we can go in my carriage.”