For some two weeks we saw nothing of Bony, and when I met him one day at the entrance of the Capitol I observed a red scar on his forehead.
To my surprise, he stopped and greeted me.
“What's the matter?” I asked.
“Oh, that's where a mule kicked me.”
“A mule!”
“Yes, and I didn't know he would kick,” said Bony.
“All's fair in love and war,” I quoted.
“Well, I'm not kicking,” he said, with a smile, as we parted.