"You mean to tell me that?"
Cisy, who had staggered to his feet, hiccoughed:
"Everyone—knows—her."
"Hold your tongue. It is not with women of her sort you keep company!"
"I—flatter myself—it is."
Frederick flung a plate at his face. It passed like a flash of lightning over the table, knocked down two bottles, demolished a fruit-dish, and breaking into three pieces, by knocking against the épergne, hit the Vicomte in the stomach.
All the other guests arose to hold him back. He struggled and shrieked, possessed by a kind of frenzy.
M. des Aulnays kept repeating:
"Come, be calm, my dear boy!"
"Why, this is frightful!" shouted the tutor.