"By heavens!" the Count said, as he wiped away, with the back of his hand, the perspiration mingled with blood that stood in large beads on his forehead, "it is a glorious fight."
"Yes," Bright-eye replied, carelessly; "but it is mortal."
"What matter, if we die like men?"
"Hum! I am not of that opinion. As long as there is a chance, we must seize it."
"But none is left us!"
"Perhaps there is; but let me act."
"I ask no better. Still I confess to you that I find this fight glorious."
"It is really very agreeable; but it would be much more so, if we lived to recount it."
"On my word, that is true. I did not think of that."
"Yes, but I did."