"A water-carrier?"
"Yes, one with whom I fought this morning."
"Are you always fighting?"
"Well, by jingo, I can't take twenty steps without fighting; the government should give me a pension to remain at home. What, another stroke of ill luck? Good God! it seems to me I hear a great deal of noise outside."
"What does it matter to us, it's only some pages, lackeys, or students who are amusing themselves by fighting; oh, I'm accustomed to all that."
"It's more likely they're coming to arrest me."
"Nothing of the kind, I tell you."
"Well, Marcel, you're very fortunate in not being a man of the sword."
"A stick serves just as well to defend me; but I don't seek a quarrel with anyone."
"You're very right; I envy your gentle urbanity. But I believe I hear nothing more. Give me something to drink. I feel calmer."