The quarrel evidently was one of gentlemen, carried out in due fashion, and the shedding of blood would occur in the proper place and not in his inn.

And yet it would be an advertisement.

Men would come to point out where de Mezy had sat, and where the young Bostonnais had sat, and to recount the words that each had said.

And then the red wine and the white wine would flow freely.
Oh, yes, the affair was managing itself very well indeed, and the thrifty Monsieur Berryer rubbed his hands together with satisfaction.
"We have beds here at the Inn of the Eagle," said Robert coolly--he was growing more and more the master of speech; "you can send your seconds this evening to see mine, and they will arrange everything, although I tell you now that I choose small swords.

I hope my choice suits you." "It is what I would have selected myself," said de Mezy, giving his antagonist a stare of curiosity.