“Aye,” added Rhodomont, “we’ve had enough of that fat scoundrel.”
“I had thought of it, of course,” said Andre-Louis. “It was not vanity, for once; it was trust in your friendship. After to-night we may consider it again, if I survive.”
“If you survive?” both cried.
Polichinelle got up. “Now, what madness have you in mind?” he asked.
“For one thing I think I am indulging Leandre; for another I am pursuing an old quarrel.”
The three knocks sounded as he spoke.
“There, I must go. Keep that paper, Polichinelle. After all, it may not be necessary.”
He was gone. Rhodomont stared at Polichinelle. Polichinelle stared at Rhodomont.
“What the devil is he thinking of?” quoth the latter.
“That is most readily ascertained by going to see,” replied Polichinelle. He completed changing in haste, and despite what Scaramouche had said; and then followed with Rhodomont.