I waited my time.

When it came, I dealt him such a blow that he reeled away, and before he could recover I took him by the back of his neck and flung him from me across the table which our struggle had already half upset.

He lay there, a shapeless mass, surrounded by broken glass, streaming wine, a little heap of flowers from the overturned vase.

Then the hubbub of the room was suddenly stilled.

A dozen hands were laid upon me.
"For God's sake, monsieur!" I heard Louis cry.
Monsieur Carvin led me away.