"Frrroutt!—"
"'Prroum!'"
"If I were to offer him such an affront, he would kill me."
"Is that the only reason which stops you?"
"That—and several others."
"In that case leave the matter to me; only swear to me that if I obtain Monsieur Capdenac's renunciation, my cousin shall be free to choose a husband for herself."
"Really, Monsieur, you abuse—"
"Couac, frrroutt, ffuit, brrrout!—"
"Monsieur, Monsieur,—she shall be free."
"Bravo! I have your word. Will you now allow me to retire? By the way, where does your Capdenac live?"
"Number 100, Rue des Deux-Epées."
"I fly thither!—Until we meet again!"
"You are going to throw yourself into the lion's mouth, and he will teach you a lesson you deserve," said Monsieur Bouvard, as Anatole hurried from the bedchamber and shut the door after him.
Without a moment's hesitation Anatole betook himself to the address of the fire-eating fencer; it was just six o'clock when he arrived there. He rang the door-bell.
"Who is there?" demanded a rough voice behind the door.
"Open!—very important communication from Monsieur Bouvard."
The sounds of a night-chain and the turning of a key in a heavy lock were heard.
"Here is a man who does not forget to protect himself against unwelcome visitors!" remarked Anatole to himself.
The door opened at length. Anatole found himself in the presence of a gentleman with a moustache fiercely upturned, whose night-dress appeared to be the complete costume of the fencing school.
"You see, always ready; it's my motto."
The walls of the swordsman's antechamber were completely covered with panoplies of arms of all descriptions; yatagans, poisoned arrows, sabres, rapiers, one and two-handed swords, pistols—a regular arsenal—enough to terrify any timid-minded observer.
"Bah!" thought Anatole, "what do I now risk!—at most two hours and-a-half!"
"Monsieur," said Capdenac, "may I be allowed to know———"
"Monsieur," replied Anatole, "you want to marry Mademoiselle Nicette?"
"Yes, Monsieur.'
"Monsieur, you will not marry her!"
"Ah! thunder!—blood! who will prevent me?"
"I shall, Monsieur!"
Capdenac stared at Anatole, who was not very big, but appeared to be very decided.
"Ah!—young man, you are very lucky to have found me in one of my placable moments. Take advantage of it—save yourself while you have time; otherwise I will not answer for your days!
"Nor I for yours."
"A challenge!—to me!—Capdenac!—Do you know that I have been a master of the art of fencing for ten years!"
"There's nothing of-fencive about me, Monsieur!"
"I have fought twenty duels—and had the misfortune to kill five of my adversaries, besides wounding the fifteen others! Come, I have taken pity on your youth!—once more, go away."
"I see, by your preparations, that you are an adversary worthy of me and my long
