“The doctor? No, he would refuse; he reprobates duels!”
“He is quite right! so do I!”
“But, my dear Monsieur de Belleville, when one can do nothing else!—Ah! Monsieur Droguet.”
“You wounded him when you fell on him last night.”
“Monsieur Remplumé then.”
“He is lame!”
“What difference does that make? he’s a tough old fellow, he used to be a corporal in the National Guard.”
“Do you think so?”
“He has often told me so. Yes, yes, Remplumé must be my second second. Let us go and ask him; will you be good enough to come with me? your presence will keep him from refusing.”
“If you think that my presence will be of any service, let us go.”