“Just give me time to put on a coat and waistcoat and a cravat.”
“Go on! go on! I am in no hurry.”
“One, two!—what say you to that sword-thrust, eh?”
“Superb! you have made a hole in your partition!”
“And this sabre cut—pan! paf!”
“Magnificent! Your wardrobe is all covered with gashes; it has seen some cruel work! Are you going to fight with sword and sabre?”
“I am tempted to choose pistols.”
“In that case, what’s the use of making holes in your partition and hacking your wardrobe?”
“I don’t know; I will see, I will reflect.—Monsieur de Belleville, your party was grand! and what a dinner you gave us!”
“There were some good things to eat!”