"Of course."
"In that case, you had better hurry up. I have only been able to get a pistol."
He had a pistol stuck into his coat, the butt end projecting between two buttons.
"You are going there too?"
"Why, of course!"
"Then we shall meet again?"
"Probably."
"Good-day!"
"Adieu!"
We managed with the greatest difficulty to push our way to the distributor of arms. Fortunately, a valet in the livery of the Duc d'Orléans recognised me, and made room for us.