"Rot! You're always shadowing her. You're losing your head about her.... You'll go on doing it till the day she helps you to lose it for good."
"I don't say, no. She nearly succeeded in doing it at Roberey. But I need her."
"What for?"
"For the medal. She's the only person capable of laying her hands on it."
"Not here—in any case. We've already searched the house twice."
"Badly, without a doubt, since she is coming to it. At least when we caught sight of her she was certainly coming in this direction. The chatter of the maid has sent her here; and she has chosen the night when the old woman would be alone."
"You are stuck on your little pet."
"I'm stuck on her," growled d'Estreicher. "Only let me lay my hands on her, and I swear the little devil won't forget it in a hurry!"
Dorothy shivered. There was in the accents of this man a hate and at the same time a violence of desire which terrified her.
He was silent, posted behind the door, listening for her coming.