The fault lies here," he added, tapping his head, "and it will remain until we remove the ones with the other.

But now for the business that brings me," he proceeded, more briskly.

"Four years ago, Citizen Bellecour, you laid your whip across my face in the woods out yonder, and when I spoke of seeking satisfaction action you threatened me with your grooms.

I will not speak of your other brutalities on that same day.

I will confine myself to that first affront." "Be brief, sir," cried the Marquis offensively.