Mordaunt, raising his head and casting at his opponent a look it would be impossible to describe.
“Well, then,” said the Gascon, “take care of yourself, for I am not a bad hand at the rapier.”
“Nor I either.”
“So much the better; that sets my mind at rest. Defend yourself.”
“One minute,” said the young man. “Give me your word, gentlemen, that you will not attack me otherwise than one after the other.”
“Is it to have the pleasure of insulting us that you say that, my little viper?”
“No, but to set my mind at rest, as you observed just now.”