“Ah, you take it thus!” replied Niklausse harshly. “Very well, monsieur, we will march without you, if it does not please you to go.”
“A burgomaster’s place is in the front rank, monsieur!”
“A burgomaster’s place is in the front rank, monsieur!”
“And that of a counsellor also, monsieur.”
“You insult me by thwarting all my wishes,” cried the burgomaster, whose fists seemed likely to hit out before long.
“And you insult me equally by doubting my patriotism,” cried Niklausse, who was equally ready for a tussle.
“I tell you, monsieur, that the army of Quiquendone shall be put in motion within two days!”
“And I repeat to you, monsieur, that forty-eight hours shall not pass before we shall have marched upon the enemy!”