He shuddered: his head dropped upon his breast.
"M. de Nou—is Death!"
Well, you know, this was all very thrilling for emotion, but as a statement it left something to be desired.
"Answer me," I commanded. "Have you killed any one?"
"No!"
"Is there another sentence hanging over you? Have you some stain on your prison record?"
"None."
"Whom have you wronged?"
"Nobody."
"Then sacred pig! It is only a folly of nerves after all! Just because you expect to cash your millions and swim in champagne at last?... Bear up under it, my boy. Stiffen your lip! Faith, you might be a missing dauphin or even the Red Mark himself—as people say—and still you could meet your luck with a little courage!"