"I repeat, the game is off."
"And why?"
"Why, by jingo, because your breath is strong enough to make flies fall in their flight. After that you see the game is not equal."
"Chaudoreille, I will take the thing as a joke, and I don't care about winning your money, but I flatter myself that I have a breath at least as fresh as yours."
"Take the thing as a joke?" said the chevalier, putting his hand on the handle of his sword. "Do you wish to vex me? By jingo, if I had known."
"Come, come, calm yourself."
"Do you think I will suffer such injuries. By Rolande, I don't know how to hold myself."
"Will you soon be done?"
"By George! If I believed that you wish to molest me, as if I care about a crown; if I had lost a hundred I should have paid you just the same."
"That is all right. Leave all that."