Then his cloak, spread outside, caught his eye.

He strode through the door, saw his holsters lying on the grass, and other things strewn about.

He came back.
'Whose monkey game is this ?' he snarled, and his face was very ugly.
'Who is at the bottom of this?
Speak, sir, or I--' 'Tut-tut,--the ladies!' I said.

'You forget yourself, Monsieur.' 'Forget myself ?' he hissed, and this time he did not check his oath.
'Don't talk to me of the ladies! Madame?
Bah! Do you think, fool, that we are put into rebel's houses to bow and smile and take dancing lessons ?' 'In this case a lesson in politeness were more to the point, Monsieur,' I said sternly.

And I rose.
'Was it by your orders that this was done ?' he retorted, his brow black with passion.