But that is not enough.

The necessity to fight is on his side.

His honour is hurt, not mine; I have whipped him; I am content.
Now let him come to me." "Assuredly you will not be so ungenerous." "I do not care about journeying to Reaux to afford him satisfaction." "Does Monsieur fear anything ?" "Vicomte, you go too far!" I cried, my pride gaining the mastery.

"Since it is asked of me,--I will go." "M.

le Marquis will be grateful to you." "A fig for his gratitude," I answered, whereupon the Vicomte shrugged his narrow shoulders, and, his errand done, took his leave of me.
When he was gone I called Michelot, to tell him of the journey I must go that night, so that he might hold himself in readiness.
"Why--if Monsieur will pardon me," quoth he, "do you go to meet the Marquis de St.Auban at St.Sulpice des Reaux by night ?" "Precisely what I asked Vilmorin.