He jumped backward, exclaiming that I had wounded him treacherously.
"You lie, you rascally mannikin! acknowledge it, or I thrust my sword through your miserable body." "You will not do it, for I am wounded; but I insist upon having my revenge, and we will leave the decision of this to competent judges." "Miserable wrangler, wretched fighter, if you are not satisfied, I will cut off your ears!" I left him there, satisfied that I had acted according to the laws of the duello, for he had drawn his sword before me, and if he had not been skilful enough to cover himself in good time, it was not, of course, my business to teach him.

Towards the middle of August I left Paris with my brother.

I had made a stay of two years in that city, the best in the world.

I had enjoyed myself greatly, and had met with no unpleasantness except that I had been now and then short of money.

We went through Metz, Mayence, and Frankfort, and arrived in Dresden at the end of the same month.