"That is nonsense," he replied slowly. "You could have killed me, but you refused to strike."
"Friendship stayed my arm in time."
"But not mine!"
"Then after all I am the more skilful swordsman!"
"I nearly killed you," he said, and his lip quivered.
"But not quite. Let us forget all about it."
From that morning I began to regain strength, and could soon converse with Raoul without fatigue. From him I learned that the safety of the troopers was due to Marie, who, leaving the carriage, and running to the scene of the fight, had called upon the Frondeurs to sheathe their swords.
"Two of your men were wounded, though not seriously," said Raoul; "young D'Arçy received a nasty cut; Maubranne was picked up insensible, and Peleton will not forget you for some time."
"But for him and Maubranne, there need not have been a fight."
"They have a spite against you, and will make mischief if they can."