"Me."
"She loves you?"
"To madness——"
"She has told you so?"
"And—Blue Beard——"
"Is my mistress."
"On the word of a buccaneer?"
"On the word of a buccaneer."
"Then," said the chevalier to himself, "there is no more discretion among barbarians than among civilized people. Who would say at the sight of such a stupid fellow, that he was a coxcomb?" Then he said aloud, "Ah, well, then, I repeat to you, break my head, for if you spare my life I shall reach Devil's Cliff; I shall do all I can to please Blue Beard, and I shall please her, I warn you. So, then, once more, break my head, or resign yourself to seeing in me a rival, shortly a happy rival!"
"I say to you, clasp hands, brother."