"You throw off the mask," he said, "and I prefer that; but allow me one remark before listening to you."
"What is it?"
"I am of noble birth, as you are aware, and hence we are old enemies; on whatever ground we may meet, we can only stand face to face, never side by side."
"They are ever the same," the other muttered; "this haughty race may be broken, but not bent."
The Count bowed, and folded his arms on his breast.
"I am waiting," he said.
"Time presses," the exile continued; "any discussion between us would be superfluous, as we cannot agree."
"At least, that is clear," the Count remarked, with a smile; "now for the rest."
"It is this: in two days, all the Indian nations will rise as one man to crush the American tyranny."
"What do I care for that? Have I come so far to dabble in politics?"