“Will one suffice you?”
“Yes, if it be good.”
“And you will leave me in peace afterwards?”
“Certainly.”
“Well, one day—no, it was one evening, I beat you in the Rue Foidmentel; you had with you Quelus and Schomberg.”
“You beat me?”
“Yes, all three of you.”
“How, it was you! wretch!”
“I, myself,” said Chicot, rubbing his hands, “do I not hit hard?”
“Wretch!”