"Ivan has put the marquis."
An "A-ah!" was the incredulous rejoinder of the others.
"But I tell you he has," repeated the young count; "he has cut him into a jelly."
"And Ivan?"
"He is as untouched as I am."
"Ah, you are making fun of us."
"It is no subject for fun. Ask Salista."
"But where is Ivan?"
"He will be here immediately, and will convince the unbelievers, who will find no wounds into which they can poke their fingers. He went home with the doctors, for Salista had two, who have at last succeeded in stitching him together."
Then he related to them circumstantially all that had happened. For those who did not clearly understand, he demonstrated with the help of two walking-sticks the course the duel took. He came to the double-cut.