“I heard him swear.”
“I should think so; any one would have sworn in such a situation.”
“Yes, but he swore in German.”
“Bah!”
“Yes, he said, ‘Gott verdomme.’”
“Then it was Schomberg?”
“Himself, M. le Comte.”
“Then, my dear Rémy, get your salves ready.”
“Why so, monsieur?”
“Because, before long, you will have to apply them either to his skin or to mine.”