You cannot count the Vicomte there as one; his knees are knocking together; at best he is but a woman in man's clothes.

As for your other friend, unless his height misleads me, he is but a boy.

Therefore, Monsieur, you see that the advantage is with us.

We are two men opposed to a man, a woman, and a child, so that--" "In Heaven's name, sir," cried St.Auban, again interposing himself betwixt me and the bellicose Malpertuis, "will you cease this foolishness?
A word with you in private, M.de Luynes." I permitted him to take me by the sleeve, and lead me aside, wondering the while what curb it was that he was setting upon his temper, and what wily motives he might have for adopting so conciliatory a tone.
With many generations to come, the name of Cesar de St.Auban must perforce be familiar as that of one of the greatest roysterers and most courtly libertines of the early days of Louis XIV., as well as that of a rabid anti-cardinalist and frondeur, and one of the earliest of that new cabal of nobility known as the petits-maitres, whose leader the Prince de Conde was destined to become a few years later.

He was a man of about my own age, that is to say, between thirty-two and thirty-three, and of my own frame, tall, spare, and active.