"I am here to afford you the opportunity.

If you would still win Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye, you shall win her from me--at point of sword.

Fortunio, see to the door." "Wait, Marius!" cried Florimond, and he looked genuinely aghast.

"Do not forget that we are brothers, men of the same blood; that my father was your father." "I choose to remember rather that we are rivals," answered Marius, and he drew his rapier.

Fortunio turned the key in the lock.