I am convinced that these gentlemen return your kind wishes and will be delighted to kill you also. Of course they will do so as honorable gentlemen, and the best proof I can furnish is this — — ”
So saying, he threw his hat on the ground, pushed back his chair to the wall and bowed to Mordaunt with true French grace.
“At your service, sir,” he continued. “My sword is shorter than yours, it’s true, but, bah!
I think the arm will make up for the sword.”
“Halt!” cried Porthos coming forward. “I begin, and without any rhetoric.”
“Allow me, Porthos,” said Aramis.