I shall await Bragelonne's return, since you say that it is Bragelonne who has fault to find with me." "Oh, no, indeed!--You shall not wait until Bragelonne's return," exclaimed the comte, losing all command over himself, "for you have said that Bragelonne might, possibly, be some time before he returns; and, in the meanwhile, your wicked insinuations would have had their effect." "Yet, I shall have my excuse.

So take care." "I will give you a week to finish your recovery." "That is better.

So let us wait a week." "Yes, yes, I understand; a week will give time to my adversary to make his escape.

No, no; I will not give you one day, even." "You are mad, monsieur," said De Wardes, retreating a step.
"And you are a coward, if you do not fight willingly.

Nay, what is more, I will denounce you to the king, as having refused to fight, after having insulted La Valliere." "Ah!" said De Wardes, "you are dangerously treacherous, though you pass for a man of honor." "There is nothing more dangerous than the treachery, as you term it, of the man whose conduct is always loyal and upright." "Restore me the use of my legs, then, or get yourself bled, till you are as white as I am, so as to equalize our chances." "No, no; I have something better than that to propose." "What is it ?" "We will fight on horseback, and will exchange three pistol-shots each.
You are a first-rate marksman.