Here is a phrase which leaves no misunderstanding." The vicomte slapped D'Herouville in the face.
"Damnation!" D'Herouville fell back.
Victor turned to De Leviston.

"I will waive the question of gentleman," and he struck De Leviston even as the vicomte had struck D'Herouville.
"Curse you, I will accompany you!" roared De Leviston.
"Very good," returned the poet.

"Vicomte, there is a fine place back of the Ursulines.

Let us go there." When Victor entered, his room that night, an hour later, it was dark.
He groped for the candle and stoked the flint.

As soon as his eyes grew accustomed to the glare of the light, he looked about, and his shadow wavered on the plastered walls.