Never had a man's voice sounded so sweet as that of Sir
"Ah!" cried Belleville, "this offence demands satisfaction."
"I am ready to grant it," said Baron Marshal; "name the time and place of meeting."
"You know well," cried Belleville, "that I am a prisoner, and have given my word of honor not to use my sword!"
"So you were impertinent and shameless, because you knew you were safe? You knew that, thanks to your word of honor, you could not be chastised!"
"Sir," cried Belleville, "you forget that you speak not only to a nobleman, but to a soldier."
" Well, I know that I speak to a Frenchman, who lost his powder- mantle and pomatum-pot at Rossbach."
Belleville, beside himself with rage, seized his sword, and half drew it from the scabbard.
"God be praised, I have a sword with which to revenge insult!" he cried. "I have given my word not to use it on the battle-field against the Prussians, but here we stand as private adversaries, man to man, and I challenge you, sir--I challenge you to mortal combat. I will have satisfaction! You have insulted me as a nobleman, as a Frenchman, and as a soldier. No consideration shall restrain me. I dare not use my sword--well, then, we will fight with pistols. As to time and place, expect me to-morrow, at eight o'clock, in the Thiergarden."