"Oh, you do not remember?" The big man came a step nearer. "You do not remember that pleasant evening in that little room at Nice?"
"You do not remember slapping my face?" quickly exclaimed the little man, suddenly slapping his own right cheek with startling vigour.
"You do not remember accusing me of cheating you at cards?"
"You do not remember placing an insult on me! on me! on me?"
All at once, abandoning the process of manufacturing his cigarette, the little man came and placed himself in even uncomfortable proximity to Hubert's person. "My friend, my cheek is burning to this very hour."
Hubert did not like the look of things at all. He was sure he had never seen these men before.
"I understand the position exactly. You are doing what people constantly are doing--you are mistaking me for my brother."
"Mistaking you for your brother? I am mistaking you for your brother?"
"And me!" cried the little man, again saluting his own cheek smartly. "You liar!"
The big man's manner was insulting. Hubert felt he must resent it.