“Why, we are out of the city; there's no harm now that I can see.”
“Is it possible,” said Maurice ironically, “that I have had the honor of hitting a baron on the head and breaking his arm?”
The baron muttered a curse and fell back.
“And you,” went on Maurice, addressing the leader, “are a Colonel?”
“Yes.”
“For the duchess?”
“For the duchess.”
“A black business for you, Colonel; take my word for it.”
“A black business it is; but orders are orders. Have you ever been a soldier?”
“I have.”