"Oh! Oh!" the duke said to him, "What an arsenal you have about you, López."
"Have you a communication to make to us?" the count asked.
"I have only this to say to your Excellency. Two and one make three."
"By Heaven!" the young man exclaimed, rising spontaneously, "What are we to do? We are ready."
"Arm yourselves as well as your domestics. Hold your horses saddled, and wait."
"Something is happening, then?"
"I do not know, Excellency. My master will tell you."
"Is he coming, then?"
"Before an hour he will be here. He gave me orders to remain with you."
"Good! Take advantage of that hour to rest yourself, López, while we get ready."