The smashed flagon and the mess of wine upon the floor he scarce observed, setting it down to some clumsiness, either his brother's or a servant's.

They both drank, Marius in silence, the captain with a toast.
"Your good return, Monsieur le Marquis," said he, and Florimond thanked him by an inclination of the head.

Then, turning to Marius: "And so," he said, "you have a garrison at Condillac.

What the devil has been taking place there?
I have had some odd news of you.

It would almost seem as if you were setting up as rebels in our quiet little corner of Dauphiny." Marius shrugged his shoulders; his face suggested that he was ill-humoured.
"Madame the Queen-Regent has seen fit to interfere in our concerns.