"No, monsieur; I am not talking about Albert now; but of that little man who dared to come and tell me that he had killed him in a duel. Do you know Tobie Pigeonnier?"
"Tobie Pigeon——"
"You must have seen him here two or three times."
"Oh! yes, a little short fat man; I remember him very well. He's a very good-looking fellow."
"He's a little blackguard, who lies with imperturbable assurance. It was he who offered to be my chevalier and avenge me; it was he who brought me that wretched cigar. Luckily, I didn't receive his news kindly; but, it doesn't make any difference, he was the cause of my crying my eyes out, and seeing nobody but you for two whole months; I will never forgive him for that. You must hunt him up, monsieur, and demand satisfaction."
"What, my dear love, a duel?"
"I insist upon it."
"But duelling is forbidden now."
"I don't care if it is."
"I don't know how to fight."