"For whom?"
"From the King, for Angers!"
He saw that she was going to confess, that she was going to derange his cherished plan; and unreasonable anger awoke in the man who had been more than willing to forgive a real injury. "Will you explain?" he said between his teeth. And his eyes glittered unpleasantly. "What do you mean?"
"You have other letters," she persisted, "besides those which I stole."
"Which you stole?" He repeated the words without passion. Enraged by this unexpected turn, he hardly knew how to take it.
"Yes, I!" she cried. "I! I took them from under your pillow!"
He was silent a minute. Then he laughed and shook his head. "It will not do, madame," he said, his lip curling. "You are clever, but you do not deceive me."
"Deceive you?"
"Yes."
"You do not believe that I took the letters?" she cried in great amazement.