"In your boots you will be unable to stand firm; you will run the risk of slipping every time that you break ground." "I venture to think, sir, that that is my affair," said Garnache stiffly.
"But it is not," the other cried.

"If you fight in your boots, we must all do the same, and for myself--well, I have not come here to commit suicide." "Look you, Monsieur Gaubert," said Garnache quietly, "your opponent will be Monsieur Courthon, and since he is in his stockinged feet, there is no reason why you yourself should not remain so too.

As for me, I retain my boots, and Monsieur Sanguinetti may have all the advantage that may give him.

Since I am content, in Heaven's name let the fight go forward.
I am in haste." Gaubert bowed in submission; but Sanguinetti, who had overheard, turned with an oath.
"By God, no!" said he.

"I need no such advantage, sir.