The latter had, mean time, hastened out of the bed, and found his sword. Thinking that the Count was his rival, he congratulated himself upon the favourable opportunity, he imagined to have, to get rid of him at once; and while his fair companion screamed with all her might, went in his shirt to attack the poor Count, who held his breeches in one hand, and with the other, which was armed with the Baron's cane, parried his antagonist's thrusts with the greatest difficulty. Yet being an excellent fencer, he soon attacked his adversary in an offensive manner, without recollecting that his weapon was only a wooden one, beat the Baron's sword out of his hand, and gave him such a violent blow on his stomach, that he began to roar in a most rueful accent.
The lady, who had not ceased screaming all the time the combat lasted, imagined that her Adonis could not but have received some material hurt by the Count's furious blows, accompanied the vocifera-tion
