After some moments, they succeeded in separating the two champions.

Morok was white with rage.

It needed new efforts to prevent his seizing the pike to attack Dagobert.
"It is abominable!" cried the host, addressing the soldier, who pressed his clinched fists in despair against his bald forehead.

"You expose this good man to be devoured by his beasts, and then you wish to beat him into the bargain.

Is this fitting conduct for a graybeard?
Shall we have to fetch the police?
You showed yourself more reasonable in the early part of the evening." These words recalled the soldier to himself.