with ridicule, Porthos is too tame; no one will settle this affair in the only way I wish it to be settled.
And I came to Porthos because I wanted to find a sword instead of cold reasoning at my service. My ill-luck dogs me.”
Porthos, who had recovered himself, continued: “By one simple expression, I leave my adversary without an excuse.”
“That is as it may happen,” said Raoul, absently.
“Not at all, it is quite certain. I have not left him an excuse; and then it is that I display all my courtesy, in order to attain the happy issue of my project. I advance, therefore, with an air of great politeness, and taking my adversary by the hand, I say to him: ‘Now that you are convinced