"I have always been, my dear Balloquet; but I dared not confess it to myself, or tell her, for fear I should be repulsed."
"Like me! But it would seem that you haven't been repulsed. I was in love with her for a moment, after a good dinner. She sent me about my business, and I haven't given her a thought for a long time. But I am none the less enchanted that you have chosen me for your second. She's a charming woman, and, although she didn't listen to my nonsense, 'pon my honor! I'd be very glad to fight for her."
"Give me your hand, Balloquet. I expected nothing less from you."
"What is the weapon?"
"The sword."
"Have you one?"
"Yes; here it is."
"Are there to be only we two?"
"I am expecting my other second."
"Who is he?"