"Wake up! Wake up!" he said.
"What is it?"
"M. Boyer is asking for you; he wants to fight you."
"All right! Where is he?"
"Here I am!"said a voice.
I rubbed my eyes and saw a man of between thirty-five and forty years of age, upon a horse lathered with sweat and foam. I got down from the trap.
"Pardon, monsieur," I asked, "but I understand you wished a word with me."
"Monsieur," the cavalier began in great excitement, "you have insulted me!"
"I?"