“In other words, until we are ejected, as the lawyers say,” observed Manicamp, blandly.
“I know an authority, monsieur, which I trust is such as you will respect,” said Buckingham, placing his hand on his sword.
At this moment, and as the goddess of Discord, inflaming all minds, was about to direct their swords against each other, Raoul gently placed his hand on Buckingham’s shoulder. “One word, my lord,” he said.
“My right, my right, first of all,” exclaimed the fiery young man.
“It is precisely upon that point I wish to have the honor of addressing a word to you.”
“Very well, monsieur, but let your remarks be brief.”
“One question is all I ask; you can hardly expect me to be briefer.”
“Speak, monsieur, I am listening.”
“Are you, or is the Duke of Orleans, going to marry the granddaughter of Henry IV.?”
“What do you mean?” exclaimed Buckingham, retreating a few steps, bewildered.