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THE COMPLETE WORKS OF GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Embracing ROMANCES, TRAVELS, COMEDIES, SKETCHESAND CORRESPONDENCE Witha CriticalIntroduction by FERDINAND BRUNETIERE oftheFrench Academy anda BiographicalPreface by RobertArnot,M.A.
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CHAPTERXI. ADINNERANDADUEL. Frederick passed the whole of the next day in brooding over his anger and humiliation. He reproached himself for not having given a slap in the face to Cisy. As for the Maréchale, he swore not to see her again. Others as goodlooking could be easily found; and, as money would be required in order to possess these women, he would speculate on the Bourse with the purchasemoney of his farm. He would get rich; he would crush the Maréchale and everyoneelsewithhisluxury.Whentheeveninghadcome,hewassurprisedat nothavingthoughtofMadameArnoux. "Somuchthebetter.What'sthegoodofit?" Twodaysafter,ateighto'clock,Pellerincametopayhimavisit.Hebeganby expressinghisadmirationofthefurnitureandtalkinginawheedlingtone.Then, abruptly: "YouwereattheracesonSunday?" "Yes,alas!" Thereupon the painter decried the anatomy of English horses, and praised the horsesofGericourtandthehorsesoftheParthenon. "Rosanettewaswithyou?" Andheartfullyproceededtospeakinflatteringtermsabouther. Frederick'sfreezingmannerputhimalittleoutofcountenance. Hedidnotknowhowtobringaboutthequestionofherportrait.Hisfirstidea hadbeentodoaportraitinthestyleofTitian.Butgraduallythevariedcolouring ofhismodelhadbewitchedhim;hehadgoneonboldlywiththework,heaping uppasteonpasteandlightonlight.Rosanette,inthebeginning,wasenchanted. HerappointmentswithDelmarhadinterruptedthesittings,andleftPellerinall
the time to get bedazzled. Then, as his admiration began to subside, he asked himselfwhetherthepicturemightnotbeonalargerscale.Hehadgonetohave anotherlookattheTitians,realisedhowthegreatartisthadfilledinhisportraits withsuchfinish,andsawwhereinhisownshortcomingslay;andthenhebegan togoovertheoutlinesagaininthemostsimplefashion.Afterthat,hesought,by scraping them off, to lose there, to mingle there, all the tones of the head and thoseofthebackground;andthefacehadassumedconsistencyandtheshades vigour—thewholeworkhadalookofgreaterfirmness.AtlengththeMaréchale came back again. She even indulged in some hostile criticisms. The painter naturallyperseveredinhisowncourse.Aftergettingintoaviolentpassionather silliness,hesaidtohimselfthat,afterall,perhapsshewasright.Thenbeganthe eraofdoubts,twingesofreflectionwhichbroughtaboutcrampsinthestomach, insomnia, feverishness and disgust with himself. He had the courage to make someretouchings,butwithoutmuchheart,andwithafeelingthathisworkwas bad. He complained merely of having been refused a place in the Salon; then he reproachedFrederickfornothavingcometoseetheMaréchale'sportrait. "WhatdoIcareabouttheMaréchale?" Suchanexpressionofunconcernemboldenedtheartist. "Wouldyoubelievethatthisbrutehasnointerestinthethinganylonger?" Whathedidnotmentionwasthathehadaskedherforathousandcrowns.Now the Maréchale did not give herself much bother about ascertaining who was goingtopay,and,preferringtoscrewmoneyoutofArnouxforthingsofamore urgentcharacter,hadnotevenspokentohimonthesubject. "Well,andArnoux?" Shehadthrownitoveronhim.Theex-picture-dealerwishedtohavenothingto dowiththeportrait. "HemaintainsthatitbelongstoRosanette." "Infact,itishers." "Howisthat?'Tisshethatsentmetoyou,"wasPellerin'sanswer. If he had been thinking of the excellence of his work, he would not have
dreamedperhapsofmakingcapitaloutofit.Butasum—andabigsum—would be an effective reply to the critics, and would strengthen his own position. Finally,togetridofhisimportunities,Frederickcourteouslyenquiredhisterms. The extravagant figure named by Pellerin quite took away his breath, and he replied: "Oh!no—no!" "You,however,areherlover—'tisyougavemetheorder!" "Excuseme,Iwasonlyanintermediateagent." "ButIcan'tremainwiththisonmyhands!" Theartistlosthistemper. "Ha!Ididn'timagineyouweresocovetous!" "NorIthatyouweresostingy!Iwishyougoodmorning!" HehadjustgoneoutwhenSénécalmadehisappearance. Frederickwasmovingaboutrestlessly,inastateofgreatagitation. "What'sthematter?" Sénécaltoldhisstory. "OnSaturday,atnineo'clock,MadameArnouxgotaletterwhichsummonedher backtoParis.Astherehappenedtobenobodyintheplaceatthetimetogoto Creilforavehicle,sheaskedmetogotheremyself.Irefused,forthiswasno part of my duties. She left, and came back on Sunday evening. Yesterday morning, Arnoux came down to the works. The girl from Bordeaux made a complaint to him. I don't know what passed between them; but he took off before everyone the fine I had imposed on her. Some sharp words passed betweenus.Inshort,heclosedaccountswithme,andhereIam!" Then,withapausebetweeneveryword: "Furthermore, I am not sorry. I have done my duty. No matter—you were the causeofit." "How?" exclaimed Frederick, alarmed lest Sénécal might have guessed his
secret. Sénécalhadnot,however,guessedanythingaboutit,forhereplied: "Thatistosay,butforyouImighthavedonebetter." Frederickwasseizedwithakindofremorse. "InwhatwaycanIbeofservicetoyounow?" Sénécalwantedsomeemployment,asituation. "That is an easy thing for you to manage. You know many people of good position,MonsieurDambreuseamongstothers;atleast,soDeslaurierstoldme." ThisallusiontoDeslaurierswasbynomeansagreeabletohisfriend.Hescarcely caredtocallontheDambreusesagainafterhisundesirablemeetingwiththemin theChampdeMars. "Iamnotonsufficientlyintimatetermswiththemtorecommendanyone." Thedemocratenduredthisrefusalstoically,andafteraminute'ssilence: "All this, I am sure, is due to the girl from Bordeaux, and to your Madame Arnoux." This"your"hadtheeffectofwipingoutofFrederick'shearttheslightmodicum of regard he entertained for Sénécal. Nevertheless, he stretched out his hand towardsthekeyofhisescritoirethroughdelicacy. Sénécalanticipatedhim: "Thanks!" Then,forgettinghisowntroubles,hetalkedabouttheaffairsofthenation,the crosses of the Legion of Honour wasted at the Royal Fête, the question of a changeofministry,theDrouillardcaseandtheBéniercase—scandalsoftheday —declaimedagainstthemiddleclass,andpredictedarevolution. HiseyeswereattractedbyaJapanesedaggerhangingonthewall.Hetookhold ofit;thenheflungitonthesofawithanairofdisgust. "Come,then!good-bye!ImustgotoNôtreDamedeLorette." "Holdon!Why?"
"The anniversary service for Godefroy Cavaignac is taking place there to-day. Hediedatwork—thatman!Butallisnotover.Whoknows?" AndSénécal,withashowoffortitude,putouthishand: "Perhapsweshallneverseeeachotheragain!good-bye!" This "good-bye," repeated several times, his knitted brows as he gazed at the dagger, his resignation, and the solemnity of his manner, above all, plunged Frederick into a thoughtful mood, but very soon he ceased to think about Sénécal. Duringthesameweek,hisnotaryatHavresenthimthesumrealisedbythesale ofhisfarm—onehundredandseventy-fourthousandfrancs.Hedivideditinto twoportions,investedthefirsthalfintheFunds,andbroughtthesecondhalfto astock-brokertotakehischanceofmakingmoneybyitontheBourse. He dined at fashionable taverns, went to the theatres, and was trying to amuse himselfasbesthecould,whenHussonnetaddressedalettertohimannouncing in a gay fashion that the Maréchale had got rid of Cisy the very day after the races.Frederickwasdelightedatthisintelligence,withouttakingthetroubleto ascertainwhattheBohemian'smotivewasingivinghimtheinformation. It so happened that he met Cisy, three days later. That aristocratic young gentleman kept his counteance, and even invited Frederick to dine on the followingWednesday. On the morning of that day, the latter received a notification from a processserver,inwhichM.CharlesJeanBaptisteOudryapprisedhimthatbytheterms of a legal judgment he had become the purchaser of a property situated at Belleville, belonging to M. Jacques Arnoux, and that he was ready to pay the two hundred and twenty-three thousand for which it had been sold. But, as it appeared by the same decree that the amount of the mortgages with which the estate was encumbered exceeded the purchase-money, Frederick's claim would inconsequencebecompletelyforfeited. The entire mischief arose from not having renewed the registration of the mortgagewithinthepropertime.Arnouxhadundertakentoattendtothismatter formally himself, and had then forgotten all about it. Frederick got into a rage withhimforthis,andwhentheyoungman'sangerhadpassedoff: "Well,afterwards——what?"
"Ifthiscansavehim,somuchthebetter.Itwon'tkillme!Letusthinknomore aboutit!" But, while moving about his papers on the table, he came across Hussonnet's letter, and noticed the postscript, which had not at first attracted his attention. TheBohemianwantedjustfivethousandfrancstogivethejournalastart. "Ah!thisfellowisworryingmetodeath!" Andhesentacurtanswer,unceremoniouslyrefusingtheapplication.Afterthat, hedressedhimselftogototheMaisond'Or. Cisyintroducedhisguests,beginningwiththemostrespectableofthem,abig, white-hairedgentleman. "The Marquis Gilbert des Aulnays, my godfather. Monsieur Anselme de Forchambeaux," he said next—(a thin, fair-haired young man, already bald); then, pointing towards a simple-mannered man of forty: "Joseph Boffreu, my cousin; and here is my old tutor, Monsieur Vezou"—a person who seemed a mixtureofaploughmanandaseminarist,withlargewhiskersandalongfrockcoat fastened at the end by a single button, so that it fell over his chest like a shawl. Cisywasexpectingsomeoneelse—theBarondeComaing,who"mightperhaps come,butitwasnotcertain."Helefttheroomeveryminute,andappearedtobe inarestlessframeofmind.Finally,ateighto'clock,theyproceededtowardsan apartment splendidly lighted up and much more spacious than the number of guestsrequired.Cisyhadselecteditforthespecialpurposeofdisplay. A vermilion épergne laden with flowers and fruit occupied the centre of the table,whichwascoveredwithsilverdishes,aftertheoldFrenchfashion;glass bowlsfullofsaltmeatsandspicesformedaborderallaroundit.Jarsoficedred wine stood at regular distances from each other. Five glasses of different sizes wererangedbeforeeachplate,withthingsofwhichtheusecouldnotbedivined —a thousand dinner utensils of an ingenious description. For the first course alone,therewasasturgeon'sjowlmoistenedwithchampagne,aYorkshireham with tokay, thrushes with sauce, roast quail, a béchamel vol-au-vent, a stew of red-leggedpartridges,andatthetwoendsofallthis,fringesofpotatoeswhich weremingledwithtruffles.Theapartmentwasilluminatedbyalustreandsome girandoles,anditwashungwithreddamaskcurtains.
Four men-servants in black coats stood behind the armchairs, which were upholstered in morocco. At this sight the guests uttered an exclamation—the tutormoreemphaticallythantherest. "Uponmyword,ourhosthasindulgedinafoolishlylavishdisplayofluxury.It istoobeautiful!" "Isthatso?"saidtheVicomtedeCisy;"Comeon,then!" And,astheywereswallowingthefirstspoonful: "Well, my dear old friend Aulnays, have you been to the Palais-Royal to see PèreetPortier?" "YouknowwellthatIhavenotimetogo!"repliedtheMarquis. His mornings were taken up with a course of arboriculture, his evenings were spentattheAgriculturalClub,andallhisafternoonswereoccupiedbyastudyof the implements of husbandry in manufactories. As he resided at Saintonge for threefourthsoftheyear,hetookadvantageofhisvisitstothecapitaltogetfresh information;andhislarge-brimmedhat,whichlayonaside-table,wascrammed withpamphlets. ButCisy,observingthatM.deForchambeauxrefusedtotakewine: "Goon,damnit,drink!You'renotingoodformforyourlastbachelor'smeal!" Atthisremarkallbowedandcongratulatedhim. "Andtheyounglady,"saidthetutor,"ischarming,I'msure?" "Faith,sheis!"exclaimedCisy."Nomatter,heismakingamistake;marriageis suchastupidthing!" "Youtalkinathoughtlessfashion,myfriend!"returnedM.desAulnays,while tearsbegantogatherinhiseyesattherecollectionofhisowndeadwife. AndForchambeauxrepeatedseveraltimesinsuccession: "Itwillbeyourowncase—itwillbeyourowncase!" Cisyprotested.Hepreferredtoenjoyhimself—to"liveinthefree-and-easystyle of the Regency days." He wanted to learn the shoe-trick, in order to visit the thieves'tavernsofthecity,likeRodolpheintheMysteriesofParis;drewoutof
his pocket a dirty clay pipe, abused the servants, and drank a great quantity; then, in order to create a good impression about himself, he disparaged all the dishes.Heevensentawaythetruffles;andthetutor,whowasexceedinglyfond ofthem,saidthroughservility; "Thesearenotasgoodasyourgrandmother'ssnow-whiteeggs." Thenhebegantochatwiththepersonsittingnexttohim,theagriculturist,who foundmanyadvantagesfromhissojourninthecountry,ifitwereonlytobeable tobringuphisdaughterswithsimpletastes.Thetutorapprovedofhisideasand toadied to him, supposing that this gentleman possessed influence over his formerpupil,whosemanofbusinesshewasanxioustobecome. FrederickhadcometherefilledwithhostilitytoCisy;buttheyoungaristocrat's idiocy had disarmed him. However, as the other's gestures, face, and entire person brought back to his recollection the dinner at the Café Anglais, he got moreandmoreirritated;andhelenthisearstothecomplimentaryremarksmade inalowtonebyJoseph,thecousin,afineyoungfellowwithoutanymoney,who wasaloverofthechaseandaUniversityprizeman.Cisy,forthesakeofalaugh, calledhima"catcher"[A]severaltimes;thensuddenly: "Ha!herecomestheBaron!" At that moment, there entered a jovial blade of thirty, with somewhat roughlookingfeaturesandactivelimbs,wearinghishatoverhisearanddisplayinga flowerinhisbutton-hole.HewastheVicomte'sideal.Theyoungaristocratwas delightedathavinghimthere;andstimulatedbyhispresence,heevenattempted apun;forhesaid,astheypassedaheath-cock: "There'sthebestofLaBruyère'scharacters!"[B] Afterthat,heputaheapofquestionstoM.deComaingaboutpersonsunknown tosociety;then,asifanideahadsuddenlyseizedhim: "Tellme,pray!haveyouthoughtaboutme?" Theothershruggedhisshoulders: "Youarenotoldenough,mylittleman.Itisimpossible!" Cisy had begged of the Baron to get him admitted into his club. But the other having,nodoubt,takenpityonhisvanity:
"Ha!Iwasforgetting!Athousandcongratulationsonhavingwonyourbet,my dearfellow!" "Whatbet?" "Thebetyoumadeattheracestoeffectanentrancethesameeveningintothat lady'shouse." Frederickfeltasifhehadgotalashwithawhip.Hewasspeedilyappeasedby thelookofutterconfusioninCisy'sface. In fact, the Maréchale, next morning, was filled with regret when Arnoux, her firstlover,hergoodfriend,hadpresentedhimselfthatveryday.Theybothgave theVicomtetounderstandthathewasintheway,andkickedhimoutwithout muchceremony. Hepretendednottohaveheardwhatwassaid. TheBaronwenton: "Whathasbecomeofher,thisfineRose?Issheasprettyasever?"showingby hismannerthathehadbeenontermsofintimacywithher. Frederickwaschagrinedbythediscovery. "There's nothing to blush at," said the Baron, pursuing the topic, "'tis a good thing!" Cisysmackedhistongue. "Whew!notsogood!" "Ha!" "Ohdear,yes!Inthefirstplace,Ifoundhernothingextraordinary,andthen,you pickupthelikeofherasoftenasyouplease,for,infact,sheisforsale!" "Notforeveryone!"remarkedFrederick,withsomebitterness. "Heimaginesthatheisdifferentfromtheothers,"wasCisy'scomment."Whata goodjoke!" Andalaughranroundthetable. Frederick felt as if the palpitations of his heart would suffocate him. He
swallowedtwoglassesofwateroneaftertheother. ButtheBaronhadpreservedalivelyrecollectionofRosanette. "IsshestillinterestedinafellownamedArnoux?" "Ihaven'tthefaintestidea,"saidCisy,"Idon'tknowthatgentleman!" Nevertheless,hesuggestedthathebelievedArnouxwasasortofswindler. "Amoment!"exclaimedFrederick. "However,thereisnodoubtaboutit!Legalproceedingshavebeentakenagainst him." "Thatisnottrue!" Frederick began to defend Arnoux, vouched for his honesty, ended by convincinghimselfofit,andconcoctedfiguresandproofs.TheVicomte,fullof spite,andtipsyinaddition,persistedinhisassertions,sothatFredericksaidto himgravely: "Istheobjectofthistogiveoffencetome,Monsieur?" AndhelookedCisyfullintheface,witheyeballsasredashiscigar. "Oh!notatall.Igrantyouthathepossessessomethingverynice—hiswife." "Doyouknowher?" "Faith,Ido!SophieArnoux;everyoneknowsher." "Youmeantotellmethat?" Cisy,whohadstaggeredtohisfeet,hiccoughed: "Everyone—knows—her." "Holdyourtongue.Itisnotwithwomenofhersortyoukeepcompany!" "I—flattermyself—itis." Frederick flung a plate at his face. It passed like a flash of lightning over the table,knockeddowntwobottles,demolishedafruit-dish,andbreakingintothree pieces,byknockingagainsttheépergne,hittheVicomteinthestomach.
All the other guests arose to hold him back. He struggled and shrieked, possessedbyakindoffrenzy. M.desAulnayskeptrepeating: "Come,becalm,mydearboy!" "Why,thisisfrightful!"shoutedthetutor. Forchambeaux, livid as a plum, was trembling. Joseph indulged in repeated outbursts of laughter. The attendants sponged out the traces of the wine, and gathered up the remains of the dinner from the floor; and the Baron went and shutthewindow,fortheuproar,inspiteofthenoiseofcarriage-wheels,couldbe heardontheboulevard. As all present at the moment the plate had been flung had been talking at the sametime,itwasimpossibletodiscoverthecauseoftheattack—whetheritwas onaccountofArnoux,MadameArnoux,Rosanette,orsomebodyelse.Onething onlytheywerecertainof,thatFrederickhadactedwithindescribablebrutality. Onhispart,herefusedpositivelytotestifytheslightestregretforwhathehad done. M.desAulnaystriedtosoftenhim.CousinJoseph,thetutor,andForchambeaux himselfjoinedintheeffort.TheBaron,allthistime,wascheeringupCisy,who, yieldingtonervousweakness,begantoshedtears. Frederick, on the contrary, was getting more and more angry, and they would have remained there till daybreak if the Baron had not said, in order to bring matterstoaclose: "TheVicomte,Monsieur,willsendhissecondstocallonyouto-morrow." "Yourhour?" "Twelve,ifitsuitsyou." "Perfectly,Monsieur." Frederick,assoonashewasintheopenair,drewadeepbreath.Hehadbeen keeping his feelings too long under restraint; he had satisfied them at last. He felt, so to speak, the pride of virility, a superabundance of energy within him whichintoxicatedhim.Herequiredtwoseconds.Thefirstpersonhethoughtof for the purpose was Regimbart, and he immediately directed his steps towards
theRueSaint-Denis.Theshop-frontwasclosed,butsomelightshonethrougha paneofglassoverthedoor.Itopenedandhewentin,stoopingverylowashe passedunderthepenthouse. A candle at the side of the bar lighted up the deserted smoking-room. All the stools,withtheirfeetintheair,werepiledonthetable.Themasterandmistress, with their waiter, were at supper in a corner near the kitchen; and Regimbart, withhishatonhishead,wassharingtheirmeal,andevendisturbedthewaiter, whowascompelledeverymomenttoturnasidealittle.Frederick,havingbriefly explainedthemattertohim,askedRegimbarttoassisthim.TheCitizenatfirst made no reply. He rolled his eyes about, looked as if he were plunged in reflection,tookseveralstridesaroundtheroom,andatlastsaid: "Yes,byallmeans!"andahomicidalsmilesmoothedhisbrowwhenhelearned thattheadversarywasanobleman. "Makeyourmindeasy;we'llrouthimwithflyingcolours!Inthefirstplace,with thesword——" "Butperhaps,"brokeinFrederick,"Ihavenottheright." "Itellyou'tisnecessarytotakethesword,"theCitizenrepliedroughly."Doyou knowhowtomakepasses?" "Alittle." "Oh! a little. This is the way with all of them; and yet they have a mania for committingassaults.Whatdoesthefencing-schoolteach?Listentome:keepa gooddistanceoff,alwaysconfiningyourselfincircles,andparry—parryasyou retire; that is permitted. Tire him out. Then boldly make a lunge on him! and, aboveall,nomalice,nostrokesoftheLaFougèrekind.[C]No!asimpleone-two, andsomedisengagements.Lookhere!doyousee?whileyouturnyourwristas ifopeningalock.PèreVauthier,givemeyourcane.Ha!thatwilldo." He grasped the rod which was used for lighting the gas, rounded his left arm, benthisright,andbegantomakesomethrustsagainstthepartition.Hestamped withhisfoot,gotanimated,andpretendedtobeencounteringdifficulties,while he exclaimed: "Are you there? Is that it? Are you there?" and his enormous silhouette projected itself on the wall with his hat apparently touching the ceiling.Theownerofthecaféshoutedfromtimetotime:"Bravo!verygood!" His wife, though a little unnerved, was likewise filled with admiration; and
Théodore, who had been in the army, remained riveted to the spot with amazement, the fact being, however, that he regarded M. Regimbart with a speciesofhero-worship. Nextmorning,atanearlyhour,Frederickhurriedtotheestablishmentinwhich Dussardier was employed. After having passed through a succession of departments all full of clothing-materials, either adorning shelves or lying on tables, while here and there shawls were fixed on wooden racks shaped like toadstools, he saw the young man, in a sort of railed cage, surrounded by account-books, and standing in front of a desk at which he was writing. The honestfellowlefthiswork. Thesecondsarrivedbeforetwelveo'clock. Frederick, as a matter of good taste, thought he ought not to be present at the conference. TheBaronandM.Josephdeclaredthattheywouldbesatisfiedwiththesimplest excuses.ButRegimbart'sprinciplebeingnevertoyield,andhiscontentionbeing that Arnoux's honour should be vindicated (Frederick had not spoken to him about anything else), he asked that the Vicomte should apologise. M. de Comaing was indignant at this presumption. The Citizen would not abate an inch. As all conciliation proved impracticable, there was nothing for it but to fight. Otherdifficultiesarose,forthechoiceofweaponslaywithCisy,asthepersonto whomtheinsulthadbeenoffered.ButRegimbartmaintainedthatbysendingthe challenge he had constituted himself the offending party. His seconds loudly protestedthatabuffetwasthemostcruelofoffences.TheCitizencarpedatthe words,pointingoutthatabuffetwasnotablow.Finally,theydecidedtorefer themattertoamilitaryman;andthefoursecondswentofftoconsulttheofficers insomeofthebarracks. They drew up at the barracks on the Quai d'Orsay. M. de Comaing, having accostedtwocaptains,explainedtothemthequestionindispute. The captains did not understand a word of what he was saying, owing to the confusioncausedbytheCitizen'sincidentalremarks.Inshort,theyadvisedthe gentlemen who consulted them to draw up a minute of the proceedings; after which they would give their decision. Thereupon, they repaired to a café; and theyeven,inordertodothingswithmorecircumspection,referredtoCisyasH,
andFrederickasK. Thentheyreturnedtothebarracks.Theofficershadgoneout.Theyreappeared, anddeclaredthatthechoiceofarmsmanifestlybelongedtoH. They all returned to Cisy's abode. Regimbart and Dussardier remained on the footpathoutside. TheVicomte,whenhewasinformedofthesolutionofthecase,wasseizedwith suchextremeagitationthattheyhadtorepeatforhimseveraltimesthedecision of the officers; and, when M. de Comaing came to deal with Regimbart's contention, he murmured "Nevertheless," not being very reluctant himself to yieldtoit.Thenhelethimselfsinkintoanarmchair,anddeclaredthathewould notfight. "Eh? What?" said the Baron. Then Cisy indulged in a confused flood of mouthings. He wished to fight with firearms—to discharge a single pistol at closequarters. "Orelsewewillputarsenicintoaglass,anddrawlotstoseewhomustdrinkit. That'ssometimesdone.I'vereadofit!" TheBaron,naturallyratherimpatient,addressedhiminaharshtone: "Thesegentlemenarewaitingforyouranswer.Thisisindecent,toputitshortly. Whatweaponsareyougoingtotake?Come!isitthesword?" TheVicomtegaveanaffirmativereplybymerelynoddinghishead;anditwas arrangedthatthemeetingshouldtakeplacenextmorningatseveno'clocksharp attheMaillotgate. Dussardier, being compelled to go back to his business, Regimbart went to inform Frederick about the arrangement. He had been left all day without any news,andhisimpatiencewasbecomingintolerable. "Somuchthebetter!"heexclaimed. TheCitizenwassatisfiedwithhisdeportment. "Would you believe it? They wanted an apology from us. It was nothing—a mere word! But I knocked them off their beam-ends nicely. The right thing to do,wasn'tit?"