He stamped upon the ground with a pang at once of fury and horror. He walked on a little, stopped again, and folding his arms, leaned against an ancient tree.
“Mademoiselle de Barras, vous êtes une traîtresse, and you shall go.
Yes, go you shall; you have deceived me, and we must part.»
He said this with melancholy bitterness; and, after a pause, continued:
«I will have no other revenge. No; though, I dare say, she will care but little for this; very little, if at all.»
«And then, as to the other person,» he resumed, after a pause, «it is not the first time he has acted like a trickster. He has crossed me before, and I will choose an opportunity to tell him my mind. I won›t mince matters with him either, and will not spare him one insulting syllable that he deserves. He wears a sword,
