That I am not; and I resent the imputation." "Oh, that!" said the Marquis, with a half-laugh and a shrug.

"If you resent it--" His smile and his gesture made the rest plain.
"Exactly, monsieur," was Garnache's answer.

"But I do not fight sick men." Florimond's brows grew wrinkled, his eyes puzzled.
"Sick men!" he echoed.

"Awhile ago, monsieur, you appeared to cast a doubt upon my sanity.

Is it a case of the drunkard who thinks all the world drunk but himself ?" Garnache gazed at him.