"Yes, monsieur. Oh! Georget loves me dearly; he comes to see me every day at my booth, and I am very happy, except when he frightens me."
"What's that? your lover frightens you?"
"You will understand, monsieur; Georget has never forgotten the abominable remarks that that Monsieur Jéricourt made about me, and the trap he led me into; but, monsieur, you don't know—Georget says that he will kill Monsieur Jéricourt."
"He is right; he is a fine fellow; in his place, I would do the same."
"But I don't want him to fight; for, after all, monsieur, the man who is in the right doesn't always win; and if Georget were killed, I should be very unhappy."
"You are right; that boy must not take the risk; he is so young—eighteen, did you tell me?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Then he probably doesn't know anything about the sword or the pistol?"
"Nothing at all; he would be killed instantly."
"Patience, my little neighbor. Corbleu! if only I could get well!—But I hear Chicotin, I believe."