If every hand was to be against his, so be it.

D'Herouville?
Some day that laugh should cost him dear.
The vicomte?
What was his misfortune to the vicomte that he should pick a quarrel on his account?
Was he a gallant fellow like Victor?
He would learn.
He put on his hat.

It was dark.

Lights began to flicker in the fort and the chateau.

The resolution seemed to give him new strength, and he squared his shoulders, took in deep breaths, entered the officers' mess and dined.
The men about him were for the most part manly men, brave, open-handed, rough outwardly and soft within.