This was all too much. Thérèse was in shreds about the thoughts of what awaited her in France and Christopher felt his temper overcome him. "Stop thanking me!" he snapped all of a sudden, then immediately regretted his outburst, his eyes saddening and he glanced to the floor. "You should not thank me, Thérèse, please. All this talk of guillotines and prisons... it shakes my nerves to think of it."