"And if he wound you?"
He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
"Then I will apologize to him, and grant my swordsmanship is but a sport for children."
"May I speak with your prisoner?"
"With my guest, madame."
"As you will. Then with your guest."
He bowed, and he and his friend drew back as I walked towards the English Ambassador.
"Paris is more than anxious concerning you, Sir Edward."
"If Paris meant yourself, madame," he responded, "I could bless my imprisonment."
"Then you call it imprisonment?"