And day followed day, till the 4th of July broke over Paris, cloudless and perfect.
I was up early, and at ten o'clock I called upon De Brissac at his rooms, the Rue Helder.
"Ah!" said he, "I'm glad to see you."
"How so?" replied I, for his manner indicated something more than an ordinary greeting.
"Well, as a matter of fact," replied he, "I heard last night—in fact, it was generally spoken of on the Boulevards—that you had arranged the matter amicably with the Baron von Lichtenberg."
"That I had arranged the matter?"
"People say you have apologised to him."
"I apologise? Why, my dear sir, it was he who insulted me! He struck me on the shoulder with his glove. How, then, could I apologise?"
"Not for that, but for the occurrence at the Mirlitons. So it is a canard?"
"The wildest."