"Did you get M. Formery to sign a little warrant?" said Lupin, in a caressing tone full of quiet mockery.
"I did," said Guerchard through his teeth.
"And have you got it on you?" said Lupin.
"I have," said Guerchard.
"Against Lupin, or against the Duke of Charmerace?" said Lupin.
"Against Lupin, called Charmerace," said Guerchard.
"Well, that ought to cover me pretty well. Why don't you arrest me? What are you waiting for?" said Lupin. His face was entirely serene, his eyes were careless, his tone indifferent.
"I'm not waiting for anything," said Guerchard thickly; "but it gives me such pleasure that I wish to enjoy this minute to the utmost, Lupin," said Guerchard; and his eyes gloated on him.
"Lupin, himself," said Lupin, smiling.
"I hardly dare believe it," said Guerchard.
"You're quite right not to," said Lupin.
"Yes, I hardly dare believe it. You alive, here at my mercy?"
"Oh, dear no, not yet," said Lupin.
"Yes," said Guerchard, in a decisive tone. "And ever so much more than you think."
