"Go to your room, Madame," said Rénèe, and spoke as a mistress to a servant.
Anne was too frightened to answer; she shrank together as if she expected to be beaten.
The young lawyer tugged at his sword.
"That fool Duprès," he kept saying, "that fool Duprès——"
Rénèe could see he was half-intoxicated; she turned her back on him and spoke again to Anne.
"Go, go!" she cried. "Do you realize that you are playing with death?"
This last word seemed to recall Jan Rubens to his senses.
"I am ruined!" he cried. "I have a wife and children. God forgive me! Oh, God forgive me!"
He turned his face away and put his hands before his eyes.
Anne limped towards the door.