On Talizac's return, he asked La Roulante where the Marquise was.
"Oh! she is asleep," was the reply.
"Show me where she is, and move a little faster!"
"It strikes me, sir, that you are not over polite," muttered Robeccal.
"Let him have his own way," sneered the giantess; "he is in a hurry to see his darling, and has no time to be civil!" She made a grotesque reverence as she spoke. She preceded the Vicomte to show him the way. "Do you know," she cried, stopping on the stairs, "that the girl is as pretty as a pink."
"That is none of your affairs," answered Talizac, roughly, "I pay you to serve me, not to talk!"
"You are a little hard on us, I think," said La Roulante, with a sneer, "but I suppose when people are rich they can say and do as they please!"
"Is that the room?" Talizac asked, as he reached the top of the stairs, "if so, open the door at once, or I will force it!"
"No, you won't injure my house like that! But you want to see her, do you? Very well, I will show her to you, then."