"Monsieur?"
"Sir."
The two men had risen to their feet, and were standing opposite to one another; Fanks cold and scornful, Judas visibly agitated, with his eyes narrowed down into a dangerous expression. He looked like a snake preparing for a spring, and Fanks was on his guard; but at length, with a hissing laugh, Judas stepped back and bowed submissively.
"Let us not fight, I pray you, monsieur," he said, gently; "when Monsieur Axton comes you will see that I speak truly."
"Till that time comes," replied Octavius, putting on his coat, "we need not meet."
"As monsieur please."
"Good-bye, Monsieur Guinaud."
"Au revoir, monsieur."
"I said good-bye."
"Eh! yes! I replied 'Au revoir,' monsieur."