"And if I demand it?"
"I won't tell you, either."
"Anselmo, have a care!" hissed Benedetto, angrily. "Tell me the name, or—"
"I am silent," declared Anselmo; "you do not know the name, and you will never learn it from me."
Benedetto broke into a coarse laugh.
"You are either very naïve," he said, "or think I am. I only wished to see if you had not forgotten the name. The lady was Madame Danglars."
Anselmo uttered a cry of rage.
"Well, preacher of words, what do you say now?" asked Benedetto, politely.
"Since you know the name, we are done with each other," said Anselmo, "and I think you will now leave me in peace."