"The money is not all. I demand respect!" replied Gochard, as he wiped his cheek.
He placed his card on the mantelpiece.
"Adolphe Gochard! there is my address. Besides, Madame knows it. With the pistol, the sabre, or the espadon, as you please! I am afraid of no one."
"You will be paid, you have been told, you shall be paid!" cried Marianne, absolutely crazy and ready to tear him with her nails. "Be off! ruffian! begone, thief!"
"Fiddle-faddle!" replied Adolphe, as he replaced his hat on the side of his bald head. "I have said what I have to say. I do not like to be made a fool of!"
He disappeared, waddling away like a strolling player uncertain of his exit.
Rosas did not even see him go.
He had seized Marianne by both hands and was dragging her toward the window, through which the daylight still entered, and convulsed with rage he penetrated her eyes with his glance, his face looking still more pallid, in contrast with his red beard.
She was terrified. She believed herself at the point of death. She felt that he was going to kill her.