The Vicomte's brow was black with what might have appeared anger, but which I rightly construed into apprehension.
"What has taken place?
What have you done ?" he asked of me.
"He has brutally assaulted the Chevalier," cried Madame shrilly, her eyes malevolently set upon me.

"He is only a child, this poor Saint-Eustache," she reproached me.

"I saw it all from my window, Monsieur de Lesperon.

It was brutal; it was cowardly.

So to beat a boy! Shame! If you had a quarrel with him, are there not prescribed methods for their adjustment between gentlemen?
Pardieu, could you not have given him proper satisfaction ?" "If madame will give herself the trouble of attentively examining this poor Saint-Eustache," said I, with a sarcasm which her virulence prompted, "you will agree, I think, that I have given him very proper and very thorough satisfaction.