The Count of Monte Cristo

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young girl with an expression which proved how little he understood such
ferocious honor. "Kill myself?" he cried, throwing down his knife; "why
should I do so?"

"Why, you said," answered Mademoiselle Danglars, "that you would be
condemned to die like the worst criminals."

"Bah," said Cavalcanti, crossing his arms, "one has friends."

The brigadier advanced to him, sword in hand. "Come, come," said Andrea,
"sheathe your sword, my fine fellow; there is no occasion to make such a
fuss, since I give myself up;" and he held out his hands to be manacled.
The girls looked with horror upon this shameful metamorphosis, the man
of the world shaking off his covering and appearing as a galley-slave.
Andrea turned towards them, and with an impertinent smile asked,--"Have
you any message for your father, Mademoiselle Danglars, for in all
probability I shall return to Paris?"